breathe in [IC joining]

Ragnar admired wolves that got right to the point, preferring them over wolves that tended to beat around the bush. Ragnar wasn't the type of man to beat around the bush, going for the straight and narrow, even if the lack of flowery words tended to bite him in the butt at different times. The woman before him got straight to the point herself, ready to answer, likely, he assumed, before he'd even asked his question. She wasted no time answering him, nearly directly after he'd inquired as to her purpose at the borders of his Bay. Ragnar was on the mark with his assumption as she confirmed it, causing him to give a small nod of his head in acknowledgment to her words. “I see,” Ragnar drew in a soft voice, strange, perhaps, to be spilling from his lips given his outward appearance. He'd never thought of it before, unless his brothers or kin were making fun of him for not being obnoxiously loud and boisterous. Ragnar had always been the quiet one of his family, and that still held true even now. “What can you offer the Bay? What skills do you excel at? What are you willing to learn should the Bay need it?” Ragnar inquired. After all, it was a huge game of give and take. Ragnar refused to carry around dead weight. If wolves couldn't step up and play their part they would find themselves seeking another pack that would put up with that kind of behavior because Ragnar wouldn't. He had no qualms with chasing wolves out, even if he sometimes felt that chasing out was far too lenient.