Ah, she was more right than she would ever have the chance to know - it was but a shame he could not read her mind to tell her such things, however. Though he had been kept away from the women throughout his childhood, he had been raised with the belief that they were to be respected and treated as equals, if not some two or three steps ahead of such a position. Women, after all, created life and if they so desired, they could take it as the Valkyrie's she was named for. It was what kept the distance between them and kept his attention unfaltering - he respected her not only as a woman but now as an individual and for that, she had gained perhaps some of the strongest loyalty known to wolf-kind. It was the way of the pack: protect, nurture and progress.

Of course, he imagined one day she'd come to discover that but he found himself, in their silence, hoping it would be sooner rather than later.

Those thoughts, however, were quickly taken away as his mind registered her movements - she... pawed at him? In an impressive display of speed, she had leapt for him and taken a swipe, her giggle ringing like a hymn in the air. Ragnar was dumbfounded at first, his mouth in a soft 'o' as he blinked slowly - not only had she touched him but he had never really, well, experienced such play. Eventually though he came to his senses, his brows furrowing as his lips pulled up into a challenging grin - alright, if she wished to play then play they would! With his own (slightly less impressive thanks to his size) display of swiftness, he rose to his feet and leapt forward in that instant; his tail arched over his back, waving, as he fell into a bow. Even as she spoke of her hunger, he continued to swat out at her, his own chuckle breaking from his chest.

He took a brief moment to look at the area in which she suggested before he leapt once more to his feet, stretching his stocky limbs out before turning to face out over the stream with a suspicious eye. Wearily, he sniffed at the breeze, catching the various scents of the fields - there was prey somewhere, he could smell it. With a toothy grin, he twisted his head to face her, his tail once more waving as he panted excitedly.

"Ja - Jeg kan lukte byttedyr! - he could not hide it; he was excited and for good reason! It had been quite some time since he had the opportunity to hunt with another and to share a meal? That was a great feat, truly, and to see Valkyrie in her fighting glory would be quite a treat, too, or he so imagined. The North may have made the men tough but it made the women even tougher.

"Lede veien, frue," he said, gesturing once more in a sweeping motion across to the field. Ladies first and besides, she was the fleet footed whereas he was the brawn.