The need to get out of Stavanger Bay before it could continue to stifle him, to bind him to the land like a panther locked in it's zoo cage had been greater than his reservations of his wife's temper. Her temper Ragnar could deal with, it was the feeling of having no where to go, of being bed ridden that bothered him the very most; but she should have came to expect this from him. She had healed him before and knew how he felt about bed rest. And, it seemed that a lot of things had changed for Peregrine, though he had not expected to see something that he considered if not a friend then at least a close acquaintance at the borders of one of the new packs that Ragnar had been hearing whispers of.
When Peregrine's question came forth, laced with disbelief and what Ragnar came to assume as potential disgust, the Viking physically moved his head once more so that he had both of them in the view of his right eye.