"There were some events that happened over the last few seasons. One of them being the conflict between my pack and I when it came to the matter of a certain individual in my family who felt betrayed by. The pack I reside in and my ideals don't exactly line up, and as a result I feel it's better to move on and create a pack where others might all have the same if not similar ideals."
Ragnar didn't really move as he listened intently to the other wolf's words. His face remained neutral although his eyebrows faintly rose - it wouldn't be noticed unless one was really paying attention. This was a sentiment he could very much identify with. The whole reason why he was so picky with which pack he intended to join was because he didn't believe in following certain rules he didn't agree with. Obeying simply to obey was a blind way of doing such a thing, and it was dumb in his opinion. He wondered what ideals or standards this wolf held that clashed with his existing pack. It could be any number of things.
"I agree with your choice," he said simply. "Not that a stranger's opinion matters much. I just believe it's better to follow a pack with rules you agree with than to just follow a leader simply to obey."
"Abaven is more of the peaceful sort. And while I have no qualms with those kinds of ideals, peace isn't always an option."
Abaven was a more tranquil sort of pack, then. He believed in a fine line between diplomacy and a firm paw, willing to battle or fight for themselves. Even in times of peace, it's better to be prepared for times of war. He remembered the different ways in which his father would scope out packs they would come across, in the large band of wolves he had following him. The packs that had been in times of peace for too long, had gotten soft, and very privileged in terms of food and water abundance, but above all.. the ones that avoided fighting at all costs; those were the ones that didn't take much of an effort to raid and steal from. He didn't know anything about this wolf, but if what he was saying was true. It seemed as if they had a thing or two in common. "I agree with you.. once again," he said, with a ghost of a smirk on his face. "Conflict is inevitable between packs. And while diplomacy is needed, avoiding an inevitable conflict allows others who are less peaceful to take advantage of that."
"Acere Praetor. My ears do no deceive, do I detect a familiar accent on your tongue?"
He nodded in greeting at the wolf named Acere upon learning his name. His ear twitched. It wasn't uncommon for others to remark upon his accent. As good as his english was, he would never be able to rid him voice of the remnants of his native tongue."You do," he said calmly. "I am Norwegian. It is my native tongue."
