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Ragnar's final preparations had been made, he'd said goodbye to his wives, his children and had spent a little extra time with Thistle explaining what to do if, per some chance, something would go horribly wrong. Ragnar wasn't a pessimist and, in fact, was quite confident that he still continued to hold the Allfather's favor. Even so, having plans set into motion wasn't a bad idea considering he was going to a pack, demanding retribution for a crime committed against one of the Bay's and accusing one of the Spine wolves of committing it. There was always a chance that even Odinn's favor might not be able to save him. A long howl rose from a section of the borders a little bit away from where Ragnar had been prepared to cross. For a second, Ragnar deliberated on if he wanted Thistle to deal with them or if he could spare the time to see to it himself. Remembering Thistle's hesitation to accept new wolves Ragnar's mind was made up for him and the Jarl altered his course and padded in the direction of the call. When he arrived he saw a woman standing on the borders and bared his teeth, hackles bristling as he considered that he hadn't even left yet and here was someone dancing along the borders. Trespassers had been few and far in-between lately and Ragnar wanted it to stay that way. Standing on the borders, however, was just as bad to him and he let out a low, warning growl to her.