The forest: Derek F/Ragnar L
Ragnar had never really thought of the animals that were all running around in the forest. He fished, but that was all that was left of his hunting skills. At least the ones that he still flexed. But then Ragnar was also sure that it was all going to come back to him. Maybe it was something in the air.
"Well, we are busy people, we work up our appetites," Ragnar smiled back, turning his head from looking at Derek to looking at the flames again. That wasn't something he would dare to do. The gods that cursed him hadn't been generous enough to relieve him of pain.
His attention looked towards the weapons on offer, reaching for the spear without much regard for the others. It felt comfortable in his hands. Reminded him of war. Ragnar smiled.
He went to take his place beside Derek, climbing up onto the cart and standing behind her. Close. But not touching. It would be disrespectful. But it was nice to be this close. It was nice to be looking at Lagertha again.
"I am ready, my lady. You can take me as you wish," Ragnar grinned, shifting the spear in his hand to fight the right balance to throw it.