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Winter had come upon them fast and hard, as Ragnar had feared that it would. His worry about the pack's ability to stay afloat only seemed to worsen tenfold as the days pressed on and their ranks depleted. They had lost Mordred and Ranger so soon after another, and now the only adult that lingered in their ranks was Onyx. Of course Gunnar, Nazara, and Gyda could hold their own weight despite that they ranked still as Juveniles, but this did not lessen his worry any. Ragnar had considered that the tides might be changing for the good but now the future was not so bright. Instead it was bleak and unknown. He still had yet to get word to Peregrine that he accepted their offer of an alliance and while he had intended to go nearly as soon as him and Thistle had talked it through the blows to their ranks as wolves dropped off the map one right after another had left him hesitant. Hesitant to leave the lands that he and others had worked to hard to claim as home. It was falling apart, and he was losing sight of why he had thought it was a good idea. In the chaos of his own ambition he considered, was considering stepping down from leadership — at least until their numbers picked up once more.

Ragnar trusted Thistle, and he would advise her where or if she needed it. His ambition would never let him stay as a subordinate for too long, granted, he was not keen on being a subordinate on any margin of reality or if he could even handle it; but it seemed silly to have two leaders for a pack as small and dwindling as the Bay. He was not sure the Bay was going to survive the winter but his decline from leadership would allow him to focus on the caches, borders and on outrider things more than he'd been able too lately, and would allow Thistle to focus on being the Earl pack duty wise. If there was one wolf he would ever bow to it would be his shield-maiden wife, but that was it and out of that no one could expect any more from him.

Not that he had been able to come to a concrete decision on the matter. He still needed to discuss it with his Queen Wife in question which Ragnar suspected might not go over all that well, usually their conversations ended in some kind of fight lately and he did not expect that this one might go any different. His absent walk had taken him to the beach, the lull of the waves crashing and receding upon the shore comforting to the Viking. A black shape caught his eye and he turned his singular eye to the black shape in question, reassured that it was Onyx when her scent wafted down wind. He gave a soft chuff to announce his presence to his subordinate and slowed his pace so that he might speak with her. About what he did not know yet, though he did know that it had been quite some time since either of them had had a one on one talk with one another and he sought to rectify that.