Despite Thistle's protestation otherwise, Ragnar would not rest, not let the fact that he gave his eye slow him down; and if he would have even if he wasn't the worlds most insufferable patient, it would have felt like an insult to Odinn anyway. Ragnar had no intentions of squandering away the All-Father's favor when he had given so much for it. Even now, God and Mortal they were more alike than they'd ever been before and even though there was still worlds of difference between them Ragnar felt indefinitely closer to the All-Father. Having to retrain himself to hunt was a pain, though, but he spent several hours each day attempting to train himself to use his single eye to focus on everything, without compromising his ability to hunt especially given that he had abandoned the counselor trade in favor of something more practical and that the Bay was in current need of: Gamekeeper. It had been during such a session that the scent of another wolf, one that did not belong within the confines of his border raised the alarm inside his mind and caused his hackles to bristle with unease. The rabbit he'd been chasing abandoned, it's life luckily spared this day, Ragnar headed off in the direction that the scent was coming from.
He came across her soon enough. The Northman's steps slowed and a low growl tore from between clenched teeth, a warning. She carried the scent of Blacktail Deer Plateau upon her heavily, though, and despite that the Viking knew it shouldn't have mattered either way, it threw a wrench in it nevertheless. Peregrine might not have resided in Blacktail Deer Plateau anymore but Blue Willow did and Ragnar supposed that they were at the very least acquaintances. He had nothing against her, and she had taken him loyally to Peregrine at first when Ragnar went to place a bounty and according threat against Crete's head. That was an old wound now, and even if Crete did magically reappear Ragnar doubted Thistle would go crawling back to him.
The woman before him looked befuddled, and was shivering, but he wasn't yet ready to play the martyr. He had a reputation to keep, after all.