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The woman's gaze held her confusion, the puzzlement at his talk of Thor. Ragnar was so set in his religious beliefs that he did not consider the alternative that he was wrong — as far as he was concerned he wasn't wrong. Yet, he allowed the knowledge that there were other Gods out there, knew for a fact that there were, if his Priestess Wife's beliefs were of any indication. The Pagan was used to the confusion of others, of those that did not know and he hardly expected every wolf that he came across to understand. Most of them had not even heard of Odinn or Thor before. Some of them didn't even know what a 'Viking' was. "Not a wolf," Ragnar spoke with a shake of his head. He couldn't even begin to explain Thor to her. He had never thought of his Gods as wolves, but then again none in Odinn's Cove or Freyja's Moors had. Their Gods were the back leg walkers – the hairless apes that Ragnar was certain he heard the elders call Others. He had no word for them beyond that and no idea why they worshiped their deities as Others. It was how it had always been for them and it was how it would always be. "Thor is something else entirely. Some of them are wolves, and some are Others and some are dragons, frost giants. There are so many and not enough time in the day to tell about them all." Not to mention...she hadn't truly asked. "Thor can conjure storms. He strikes his anvil, Mjölnir, and that is the thunder. The lightning is the sparks flying from it." Ragnar explained though he wasn't sure if he was doing an adequate enough job. He paused then, figuring that it was better he not continue to ramble on about his religion.