Ragnar had ambled around a bit after bidding goodbye to Thistle, making last little preparations for his outrider trip, knowing that in truth there was only one more that he needed to say goodbye too, having already spoke his goodbyes to Ein and Gyda, and Nerian. The left Gunnar, last but never least to the scarred Scandinavian. It seemed sort of silly to Ragnar, to be bidding his family goodbye when he was just going on a little outrider mission but Ragnar wasn't so arrogant as to think that something couldn't happen. Sure, he had the Allfather's favor but he wasn't so blind as to not realize how fickle the Gods could be at times and just because he held it now did not mean that he would hold it forever. Ragnar wasn't sure if Odinn would ever go back on his promise of allowing Ragnar a long and prosperous life or not but he had no intentions of tempting the Norns in case they decided to snip his thread of life earlier than they had first intended too.
Tracking his second son was surprisingly easy, starting from the den and simply following the scent trail that Gunnar left in his wake. It didn't take the Viking long to find his son, and the Jarl let out a soft chuff as he came up behind the boy, who looked like a male copy of his Queen Wife. They were even the same size, now, though Gunnar was much broader than his mother, naturally.