[Ragnar explodes onto the plain in a blast of snow and visible gray wind. Related as they are to time itself, he's been having very little luck getting anywhere on the roads--and now he's been spat out again, this time on the plane, completely under their influence. He's slightly larger even than
last time, his proportions more stocky, his teeth longer, his coat more thick and tangled than ever. His pupils are dilated with anger and the pull of the road; he chuffs, and then snarls, rearing back on his hind legs and slamming his paws against the astral floor.]