the way that it shines may just dwindle with time

Ragnar should have not been receptive of the woman's advances, he was a husband and not to just one wife but to two. He was also a father and had no right to take any sort of pleasure in flirtations from other women. However, Ragnar was no monk, and he did because in his mind there was no harm in it. After all, he had wives before and took many lovers while he was married to them, but knew that despite that flawed logic that he had not loved his previous wives. One was a trophy, and the others had been given to him by neighboring packs in the hope that he would steer his Berserkers clear of their pack lands during winter when they went upon raids. Of course it never worked. Ragnar didn't believe in alliances. Too well did the scarred Scandinavian know that wolves looked out for them and their ilk. They would always put their pack's well being first before helping another pack. Ragnar did not find insult in it if only because that was how it should be. Self preservation. Survival.

Ragnar was quiet when she spoke, appreciating her honesty. She held nothing back, but then again, neither did he. It got him into trouble most days. Stavanger Bay is a family. We take care of one another. I have no patience for alliances or politics between packs. We stick to ourselves for the most part though we are on good terms with Blacktail Deer Plateau as circumstance and the Gods would have it, Which served as an errant reminder to Ragnar that he needed to see Junior, again. He missed her as he would miss Gyda should she ever decide to leave. I expect everyone in Stavanger Bay to play their part. I encourage the earning of Trades, but I do not tolerate dead weight. We already have children. We do not need helpless adults, either, The Viking hadn't meant it specific to her, merely he was sharing his honest thoughts on the matter of wolves who did not contribute. Stavanger Bay had no use for lazy adults.

We claim the forest beside the Bay, as well; within the forest it is easy to forget about the sand and salt, Counting it as the whole Bay. It is bountiful with prey and fresh water sources. I suspect it holds many mysteries as well but Odinn won't delve into them. Ragnar smirked softly, his tone full of reverance for the All-Father. Speaking of the All-Father I will occasionally hold pack activities centered around my faith and culture. They are not mandatory, neither do I expect anyone else to follow in my faith. I only ask what the Gods ask: respect. As it was, he also didn't mind other religions as long as it wasn't all that a wolf had to offer him. He did not believe, necessarily, that religion and useful skills went hand in hand with one another.

Ragnar didn't know if he was doing a good job selling her on Stavanger Bay or not, he only knew that he wanted her to be apart of it because she seemed formidable and he took her at her word in regards to being a good ally.

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