Ragnar smiled softly down at the uniquely colored Ostrega child when the boy gave a few, small wags of his tail at the Northman's praise. Ragnar's once speculation of being around small children makes future newborns/infants in comparison much easier to handle was seemingly proven correct. Despite the fact that the three Ostrega children were still quite small, and delicate, he no longer harbored the fear that he would break them if he touched them. Of course, being a father to such young children beforehand had certainly helped, and providing that Stavanger Bay was in a good position when Thistle went into her next heat cycle, the technical third litter would likely be the easiest yet. It was true that Charon and his siblings did not belong to the Loðbrók pair but that had never stopped Ragnar from fathering before. He had managed to convince Týrr that he a blood son despite that before that Ragnar had never told a bigger lie. The amazon boy had been nearly full grown when Ragnar, Floki, and Dagrún had captured him; though of course the amnesia had helped the trio immensely when it came to spinning their cunning tale of lies.
Ragnar was pulled from his thoughts when Charon hesitantly asked for Julooke. The Viking's cold eyes softened measurably and for a moment he had the strongest urge to look away from the small child, though he resisted. Despite how hard and bad everything seemed to him now, Ragnar remembered that this was not the worse that he had ever faced. In turn, it was the scarred Scandinavian's turn to hesitate. He was not sure if Charon yet grasped the concepts of life and death, or even if he would understand Ragnar when the Viking spoke to him.