& spring stands at the gate with her finger on the latch;

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His backyard was a vast stretch of frozen ground, his front at the south, the sea. Out to the south his view was tarnished by the Dragonford wolves claim and the memory of his loss. So alas, again, he turns his back on the south and focuses his attention to the north.

Decending the lower foothills of his home, out from the evergreens which surround and into the icy open winds of the tundra. He had seen plenty a roaming northerner in this open flatland and today would be of no exception.

He sees the withered soul, a spidery little woman and the tarnished face which let's him be certain exactly who it was. “Riannon...” Her name a whisper on his lips, to carry with the winter winds to her. Ragnar had seen little of the recluse. Had seen much more of her followers then anything. Perhaps it was best, given the uncertain relationship they now wore.
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The relationship between Northfall and Frostchant was an unspoken one. One which had formed long before Riannon had her followers and her children were still very young. Now, whatever alliance they held was not even spoken of through their ranks. Ragnar had met wolves of Frostchant and they did not known him as ally. They shared no victories, hunts or feasts nor celebrate the comings of new seasons. 

Ragnar had secretly taken up to train her boy Asriel as well as hunted and formed a pleasant relationship with Olive. However, his connection to their Queen was rocky at best and it showed now. She who refused to offer help when Northfall needed aid to run Dragonford off before things got worse for them... Surely, their battling nature should have been obvious to Riannon, who had engaged in spar with Northfall's Regent to prove her strengths to them as an ally.

Riannon had become either fickle or fearful of her own failures.

She cast him a small glance through the pearl gaze of a tattered cheek. A small word for him before she turned way, making off on the path which she had chosen. Ragnar would not move from his place at the edges of his claim and instead watch her as she'd go...
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