Horizon Ridge Calmness is the cradle of power.

Ragnar was quick to grab her scruff as she hung onto her back leg. Within the next few minutes, the doe was dead, bleeding out on the ground before them. Blood covered her muzzle and dripped from her tongue that hung out of her mouth, a smile on her face. Her tail thumped when Ragnar praised her. She had the feeling he didn't do that very often. She was quickly developing feelings for Ragnar. Not romantic, but she was beginning to see him as something akin to a father-figure. Julooke had been an adult when her parents passed, but she still missed them desperately. While she loved her mother dearly, it was her father who had raised her and taught her much of what she knew now. She had done her best to please him, and now she was doing her best for Ragnar. It was a little twisted in that way, but also in the fact that she looked more to Ragnar for direction, for leadership, than she did Pump. She respected Pump, just as every Alpha demands to be respected, but Julooke still went to Ragnar.

Her ears perked when he mentioned Pump and the possibility of Julooke leading a hunt. In addition, he could now personally attest to her abilities. She felt a sense of accomplishment that it seemed she had made him proud. If he had verbalized his plan of leading his own pack, Julooke would have been hard-pressed to say no. She wouldn't want to betray Pump, but the respect and admiration she had for Ragnar could not be ignored, either. Thank you, I'll talk to her about it, she responded. Then added, I appreciate you vouching for me. It was sort of her way of saying she valued his opinion. Generally, with someone she was close with, she would have just said her feelings outright. Lately, however, she's had difficulty expressing certain feelings. With Verrine, it was feelings of love. With Ragnar, it was feelings of admiration. She was scared because she sensed he was a very emotionally tough wolf, and she thought opening up like that this soon in their friendship could be damaging.

Having caught her breath, she looked down at the still body between them. Should we eat a little before taking it to the caches? Generally, with smaller prey, she would catch for the pack, or maybe for a certain wolf in the pack such as Thistle, and not eat any of it. However, this was a rather large catch and she thought they could eat some before dividing it up among the caches. However, Ragnar was obviously her superior, and what he said would prevail without problem, no matter her opinion.