Horizon Ridge Calmness is the cradle of power.

It is pretty adorable, Daddy! :-P

She reveled in his praise, her tail thumping the ground. Too many dangers add up the longer the hunt goes on, she said simply. The risk of exertion, injury, so on and so forth. Prolonged hunts were not kind to the wolves or their prey, and helped no one.

She realized he wasn't exactly stating the question about taking it to Thistle, but rather questioning it. Was he inquiring as to whether he should or whether or not Julooke thought Thistle would like it? I think she would like that, she said with a smile. Whichever question, she figured her answer fit either way. Her gaze moved to the plump, lifeless form of the deer, her tongue gliding over her lips. No need to wait any longer to dig in. She moved to position herself on the injured back leg, digging in to where the stomach met the thigh. No feathers to pluck, no scales to get through; just easy skin to rip open, and meat to sink her teeth into.

Fast forward a little, and Julooke's stomach was pleasantly filled, though not stuffed, and she was lying on her back, resting for a few moments. She knew they still had to drag the meat to the caches, and Ragnar had to take some to Thistle, but she hoped he wouldn't mind her be lazy for just a minute more. She remembered the days when she and Verrine would be lucky enough to catch a deer, and Julooke loved lazing about for a while afterwards. The feel of a full, fresh meal was always blissful. Thinking of Verrine... Julooke rolled upright, her gaze going to Ragnar. Hey, Ragnar, she began. How did you tell Thistle you loved her? Straight to the point, no beating around the bush. Her full stomach and easy-going attitude seen no issue with just going right into it. No way for Ragnar to get out of it, either, unless he simply flat out refused to tell her. In which case she might beg for the advice she was seeking.