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

The new additions to the pack had been born only two days ago, but Julooke was determined to get her paw in the door sooner rather than later on becoming their sitter. Thistle seemed to trust her, but Julooke knew the determining wolf was Ragnar. If he didn't like her, didn't trust her, any hope of becoming the pack's puppysitter was lost.

So, today, Julooke set out to find Ragnar. It was late morning, and Julooke had already done some hunting for today, and even ran around the western borders to make sure they were secure. She had only been in the pack for just over a week, but she felt she was doing her best to show Ragnar and Pump that she was worthy to be here.

She trotted toward Thistle's den, a plump rabbit hanging from her jaws. While she was sure the new Dad was taking care of everything that needed to be done concerning the new family, it wouldn't hurt to show him she could help, too. And she didn't doubt Ragnar would be nearby, if not guarding the entrance. Slowly, she approached, her ears softly flattened and her tail tucked between her back legs. She knew she couldn't see the pups until after they had turned one month old, so she would make no attempt to go in the den. If Ragnar wasn't there, she would chuff to let Thistle know there was food waiting outside, and go in search of the male.