Sequoia Coast Queen of All Witches [IC Joining]

A howl rose from the direction of the coast, coming from outside of Stavanger Bay's territory, requesting a leader. For a moment, Ragnar considered letting it go for Thistle to take care of but knowing that even then he would only get a few more minutes with his Priestess Wife, having decided to split his time between his wives, children, and his leader duties with as much equality as he could manage. Thistle would not accept wolves, had told him as much, deciding to let it up to him. Normally, as the Alpha Male he didn't mind. He only minded when he was being torn away from the attentions of one of his wives or children. Yet, duty came first, so the scarred Scandinavian dropped a kiss to the corner his Priestess Wife's mouth before he reluctantly departed from her and headed in the direction that the call had originated from, heading to the north, exiting his pack lands under the arch that cut through the beach and extended out to the sea.

It did not take Ragnar long to reach the woman, he assumed, that sent the call out. She was small, standing out against the sand with a ivory coat. As he drew nearer the Viking was briefly fascinated with the color of her eyes. Never before had he seen a creature with eyes the color of violet. Ragnar stopped in his approach when they were within decent speaking distance of one another, though he kept an more than adequate amount of space between them as well. Yes? The Jarl inquired of her simply.

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