While he was still relatively new to these lands, there was nowhere he didn't feel more comfortable than in glacial, wintry lands that were characteristic of most northern regions. The frigid wind in the colder months that weaved its way through his spiky fur, the blanket of snow covering the ground. A harsh landscape - but one he preferred. So it only made sense that if he were to explore these lands, he would start up here. Even if the weather was getting warmer with spring.
There were quite a few packs in the area, all with different reputations. He wasn't one to make final judgements on such factors, though. He preferred to witness them with his own eyes. Their activities, the way the leaders ran their packs and what rules they required their followers to obey, and why. There were a great deal of attributes to consider, not to mention if he would even find a leader he respected enough to follow. Just because a wolf was a leader, doesn't mean they were particularly one of high quality. He had come across many imbeciles in his days with the power of an army behind them.
As he walked, treading his paws through the tall grass, he perked his twitching ears and his nose twitched at a scent. He could smell that it was a wolf's scent, and that it was a male. Taking another moment, he could smell that they were alone. Not that a wolf couldn't hide its scent, but it would make sense if a group of wolves trying to hide themselves, that every single one were to hide their scents. Turning, he veered off in its direction, his one seeing eye staring ahead of him until they took in the sight of a tall, powerful male a good distance away. Similar in build to himself, though much taller. Though a height difference was never much of an issue for Ragnar. Curiosity gnawed at his insides.
"Good afternoon," he said calmly. His eyes were sharp, taking everything in that he could. "Do you align with a pack?"He asked neutrally, though it was curious in nature.
