He enjoyed his quiet life on the mountain top. His kids were starting to leave, flee the nest as it were. He watched as each grew and each one began their own adventures. Embla was rarely home anymore, she said the “Fields are Glowing” whatever that meant when he asked what she was doing. He worried for her, he thought maybe she had gained his affliction, but it seemed if she had it was not as bad as his. So far he had made sure each of his children had not somehow inherited his duty. The gate of his mind had been closed by Church, his little light always kept the true demons at bay that plagued the earth. She was so powerful and light, Ragnarok was sure she could take the world if she was capable of quelling such beasts that escaped his body. She, however, seemed content with being a simple huntress, and if that pleased her then he too was happy. He would be her assistant. Aiding her in the larger hunts and over powering prey with his sheer size and strength while she limited their movement with her quick snaps at their heels.

That was the life, but as howls of battle came he couldn’t help but give a smirk. ”No one would dare make us leave anyway. They come up here I will toss their sorry hides off the cliff.” The brute grumbled after his mate had spoken choosing to wait silently with alert ears for any sign of a battle that has ended. Soon they were rewarded and Ragnarok rolled his platinum and scarred shoulders. One could wish for a fight. He was missing those turmoil filled days for the fight not the pain and lack of sleep. Challenges and fighting sounded entertaining fr that thought alone if anything else. His tail flicked as the still Queen then called them and his heart and soul bidded him to follow.

He gave a little sound of affirmation standing up and simply following the little remnants of his family that chose to go. He paused once he saw the size of the group that was already there, giving a little gruff huff before pressing himself forward some more. A true hermit of the mountains if there was any. Once they arrived Ragnarok stood behind Church. Not like it mattered. He could see well above her head and allowed his piercing gaze to wander at the large group that had come. He was uncomfortable to say the least, but he didn’t let it show. He gave a slight dip of his head to Danny when it was their turn and his mate had spoken, but then it was when Bastille moved towards a boy after giving her own respects that his eyes narrowed upon the small child. This apparently was that boy.

He watched him, the bright blue eyes looking like daggers. Perhaps it wasn’t the best time to be attempting to strike fear into the heart of his daughter’s boyfriend (or whatever he was) but there would certainly be time for it later. He waited to see if the boy would notice knowing it would be very hard not too when literally the tallest wolf among the was giving death glares. Before adjusting his visage appropriately and returning to his calm, neutral visage. He touched his leg into Church’s hip but otherwise then just continued his silent observation of the group around them.