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

Thankfully, the burly white male seemed accepting of her reasons of being here. She almost thought he would turn her away, but she was glad he didn't. Instead, he motioned for her to follow, which she did, Thanks, she said, grateful to him for the taking the time to speak with her. She understood this was basically socializing, and that he probably had better things to do. She hoped she could make this time worth both their whiles.

Julooke followed him, lowering her haunches to the ground, facing him. She didn't know he technically didn't have the authority to deny her what she wanted. It didn't matter to her. Julooke would never approach pups know their parent didn't want her to. His silence along the short walk did nothing to calm her nerves, but it didn't exactly make it worse. When he beckoned her to start, it did. She took a moment to search for the right way to start when she remembered something. Thistle said you were a Viking. What does that mean? she asked genuinely. Getting to know him, and Thistle, would be a great way to get to know how they wanted their pups raised. Julooke understood that it was not up to her to raise the pups in whatever way she wanted. She was to look after them, and make sure the parents' traditions and beliefs were respected.