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After lingering in the area of Firestone Hot Springs for a couple of days more, even after his female companion had departed, Ragnar knew that he could no longer linger. Being away from Stavanger Bay for longer, extended periods of time made him nervous and he was feeling his nerves like sharp little razor blades digging into his skin as he roused awake at the call of an owl nearby, it's shrill screech loud and near. While the scarred Scandinavian enjoyed the thrills of traveling he also enjoyed and henceforth missed the company of his Queen Wife and his children. He supposed that he missed Nerian, as well, though her continued seclusion and lack of socialization with him personally, made him subtly begin to question his choices. It was hard to miss someone that barely interacted with you, after all, and she wouldn't even come to him with her fear of children or whatever it was that was wrong with her. Ragnar had to find out through his children and even then she kept it hidden away. Ragnar wasn't sure what to do, and was afraid that his interest in his priestess was beginning to wan. Ragnar knew that he needed to approach her about it but that was a mountain he did not, exactly, have the time to tackle currently.
With a soft snort and a brief pause in his steps to stretch he slowed his approach, the scent of piss markers growing stronger, the scent hitting him like a nostalgic rush. Finally, he had found them. He was still a good stretch of feet away from the Spine wolves' borders, but even so the Viking tucked thoughts of his ruined and crumbling love life away, tucking all of it away so that he was left feeling as stoic as his scarred face usually showed. He was here on business and though his trail had grown cold — a side effect to being a Jarl and unable to just up and leave at the drop of a pin, he was determined to get at least some kind of information or lead on the matter. He would not rest until he knew he could return to Julooke and tell her with confidence that she was safe and that she would never have to worry about her attacker ever again.
Inhaling a deep breath, drawing in the crisp autumn air, Ragnar idled a more than respectful distance from the Spine wolves' borders, tossed his head back and let a howl, announcing his presence to them.