north sea storm

Julooke was excited to come along on this little mission. She had been looking for any excuse to spend time with Ragnar and to pick his brain, and it was a major added bonus that Verrine was with them. Her tail would not stop wagging, and it was all she could do not to nip at Verrine's heels and invite him to play. She could sense this was way more serious than she was feeling, and Ragnar would not appreciate anything but maturity at the moment. But, she could not wipe the smile off of her face no matter what.

They stopped at the shore, and Julooke eyes scanned the island shore before turning to Ragnar, listening intently. Her face contorted to mild confusion as he spoke of the male who sounded very familiar. Surely, it could be the same male... His name was Majesty. Yup, he was talking about the very same male Julooke had encountered on the island. He hadn't claimed it at the time, and she was unaware he was planning to, otherwise she would have warned him that common courtesy dictated neighboring packs to be informed of his potential claim. Julooke was quite while Ragnar spoke, nodding that she understood. When Ragnar asked about opinions, Julooke spoke up. I've met him, she admitted. I went to the island, before it was claimed, and we met. He told me the same he did you- that he was intending to leave his pack. He never told me, though, he was going to claim it. She wanted it to be clear she had not known. It could have been seen as a failure on her part not to tell her pack mates if she had known. He seemed very nice, she added, attempting to ease the tension. She knew, though, it probably wouldn't.