Deep in the silence

The Plateau woman, Ragna observed, was a rather jumpy creature. This observation had given way to the fact that she had appeared startled at the sound of his voice. The Northman watched as her gaze went to his face and then diverted away just as quickly. The mark of Odinn upon the left half of his face, nothing more than a collection of apparently random scars intentionally made by Floki in honor of the Allfather, had disfigured the pristine handsomeness that had once caused Ragnar to catch the eye of many a foreign young girls, marring him and rendering that half of his face repulsive. Likely, the three new claw marks over his now empty eye socket the perfect size and width of a racen's talins did not make that side of his face any more bearable to look at. Ragnar had never been a shallow creature and much preferred the marr of scars — each telling the story of its own. Experience but everything in his world, and scars were another way to judge how much knowledge one had. Even as a young child Ragnar had lived by the principle that he would rather go into battle with a man with scars that showed that the stories he told were true and had fought and that he came out alive as opposed to a green boy preening his fur that flinched at the thought of bearing scars of any kind. Osprey responded to his question that she was well, and continued on to say that she was here to tell him she was leaving. Ragnar had expected this, of course. She was not a Bay wolf and did not belong there. In hindsight the only reason he had allowed her to stay and he'll had not been out of the kindness of his heart rather because he had something of a relatively okay standing with the plateau wolves though Peregrine was no longer among them. I know it was quiet when she thanked him, fairly sure that in a matter of days it would not matter why he had done it because he would no longer lead this Bay beside his queen. The benefit of the pack would always come first for him, even if it meant sacrifice what he was meant to do to see it better off that it was now. Already he had given his eye. So he would give his rank too; just for a little while though, he determined. Until the Bay back on its feet and stay there steady. "I have no quarrel with the Plateau wolves and I know it's Blue Willow and Junior, she is my adopted ward." What rank Blue Willow currently held he couldn't say but likelihood been those reasons alone saved Osprey's life and gave her a place of refuge to heal; and Junior Ragnar would never forget.