Longer than he had anticipated had Ragnar been gone from Stavanger Bay, and yet falling back into familiar routines had happened literally in seconds. Though he desired to see how things had went in his absence he would attend to the ebony man standing upon his borders, first. The ebony male spoke in response to Ragnar's inquiry, giving way to Ragnar's initial suspicions. It was not often that strange wolves came to their borders inquiring about little else; and with Winter fast approaching Ragnar suspected that Stavanger Bay's numbers would likely rise in accordance. It wasn't a bad thing, since the more adults they had aiding with the hunting the better the chances were that they would actually have more successful hunts which meant full bellies and caches rich with their spoils. It did not come as a huge surprise to Ragnar when Thistle appeared soon after the ebony man responded to Ragnar, given that he hadn't gotten the chance to tell her that he was home. He waited until his Queen Wife slid up against his side before his lips parted to speak once more.
“I am Ragnar and this is my wife, Thistle,” He did not bother introducing her as his Queen Wife, for her status was evident in the way she carried herself, but also because he was not sure how much longer he would have two wives — which was definitely a pressing discussion for the two of them in the immediate future. First, however, they needed to address what was presently the priority: this stranger at the borders of the Bay. “These lands are called Stavanger Bay,” He introduced his home to the stranger at the borders, giving a slight pause in order for the other man to push in an introduction before the Jarl continued on with, “Winter will be upon us soon and the work will pick up. We have four newborn mouths to feed and we're in dire need of Hunters.” So much so that on numerous occasions Ragnar had considered giving up his pursue of the Counselor trade in favor of the Gameskeeper. “What skills can you offer Stavanger Bay? What skills would you be willing to work on as our demand calls for?” Ragnar inquired, eyes of Caribbean ice remaining a steady gaze upon the male.
