The morning was cloudy when Ragnar finally stepped over the border and into Stavanger Bay, the scent of the ash trees and the ocean rushing to greet him. It was a comfort, the scent of home; the frost that crunched under his paws reminding him further of his previous home: Odinn's Cove, and how cold it became in the harsh conditions of his homeland. Peregrine had given Ragnar something monumental for the Viking to consider, and he was heavily considering agreeing to it. It would be a lie to claim that he wasn't worried about the fate of Stavanger Bay, especially with vetur having crept in upon them as it had. There were in winter, though they had yet to see the worst of it, and admittedly it was beginning mildly, though that did nothing to soothe the Northman's concerns. It would be new: to take that leap of faith, to put his trust in Peregrine and his Redhawk Caldera if they should ever come to need them. Ragnar had trouble trusting wolves as it was, and the fact that he was considering it enough on his own was enough to worry the Scandinavian about his own well being. Of course, there was nothing wrong with him; simply he wanted to do what was best for the Bay. He wanted to ensure their survival, even if it meant going against his own ideals. If there was anyone he trusted outside of his pack it was Peregrine Redleaf-DiSarinno despite that their ...friendship? acquaintance was still, somewhat new-ish. Ragnar, as the Jarl, had to make decisions that would benefit his pack, that would be the best for them even if it shoved him out of his comfort zone. Even if the idea of trusting another leader, another pack scared him.
And it did. It scared him. But it also excited him. That maybe he and his did not have to live in seclusion as he had once believed. Ragnar was ambitious, and it was that ambitiousness that encouraged the idea, even if it meant stepping on something that he had believed with a resoluteness for all of his life.
Ragnar did not know if he would find @Thistle Cloud awake, or if he would be tasked with the duty of awakening her himself but what he did know was that he needed to discuss this with her, get her opinion on the matter, and hear what she had to say about his own. All he knew was that he did not want to sit on this. He wanted a response, whether Peregrine's own wife agreed to it or not, soon. The sooner, the better. Lifting his head he called for his Drottning, hoping that she would answer his summons swiftly.