Horizon Ridge We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Ragnar had heard her approach and was on guard. Julooke set the rabbit down, and turned away from the mouth of the den, silently reassuring the Father that entering was not her intention. Her tail wagged in greeting, Hello, Ragnar. I was looking for you. I was hoping we could get to know each other a little better, if you have a little time to spare. She hoped her nervousness didn't show in her voice.

She hadn't realized until this moment just how scared she was of letting down her pack members. Growing up in Sterrenvuur, learning skills and trades was a part of life, and so was failing. It wasn't feared. Here, now, Julooke was afraid of not being enough. She knew her mistakes could get her exiled from the pack. Ragnar had told them bluntly when he accepted them that weaklings were not tolerated. Julooke was never one not to pull her weight. But, there wasn't so much riding on it, either.