Alliances are false, just as allies are. It is a false peace filled with lies. If a war were to break out tomorrow between two opposing packs and they called upon the packs in which they had an alliance with those wolves would not come. A smart leader looks out for his pack and sacrificing their lives pointlessly in a false and fickle friendship does not make a good leader. Odinn's Cove only had one ally but that was because they were a sister pack — created only because the Cove had swelled to too big of a size. Freyja's Moors was a branch off of the Cove, an extension rather than an actual pack. The Jarl played by a whole different set of rules. He wasn't like other men, or the posh Southern wolves. He was an epitome of his upbringing, his culture and the environment in which he had been born into and endured. The words of the old man were an annoyance at most. An old man who thought that his way was the right way and that Ragnar was wrong and unworthy of leading because he was not the same. Because he did not make friends with outside packs — though there were the odd exceptions, his mind going to Blacktail Deer Plateau those that friendship was born purely out of coincidence. Ragnar had traveled a bit with Blue Willow and had earned Peregrine's respect by taking in his daughter when she had washed up upon the shores of Ravensblood Forest. It wasn't like Ragnar had done that for the sake of earning the DiSarinno's respect. It had just happened.
This meeting has nothing to do with how I lead my wolves. You are not my subordinate and you know nothing about me or my pack. I have been leading for a very long time, before I came here, before I had even reached my sexual maturity, Leading the Berserkers wasn't quite the same as leading a pack but it was similar in many ways and Ragnar had been the youngest to be chosen as the Head Berserker, beating out his older brother by a milestone. If I was a terrible leader as you assume that I am they would have risen against me long ago — they would have killed me, Ragnar's smirk widened keeping a sharp, fierce and cold eye upon the ignorant fool who dared to tell him that he was leading wrong. Do yourself a favor, old man. Realize that you do not know everything and stop pretending to know about wolves when you understand nothing. You do not know me or Stavanger Bay no more than you know anything about the Spine wolves whom you are betraying. I would keep my jaw shut if I were you, before you get yourself killed. With those words Ragnar departed for good, eager to be back in Stavanger Bay, putting the Spine fool out of his mind with the intent to, instead, to check on Julooke and see if she could tell him anything more about her attacker.