Horizon Ridge Calmness is the cradle of power.

Julooke's eyes narrowed playfully, You know, that's the second time you've called yourself a heathen, but I have yet to see it, she said matter-of-factly, grinning. She just wasn't buying it. Sure, he was a tough Viking, but a heathen? Nope. Her eyebrows rose in surprise when he said he had other children, though she wasn't sure why she was caught off guard by it. How many children do you have? she asked. At this point, Julooke felt very comfortable with Ragnar, and didn't have much qualm about asking him whatever came to her mind. They both knew he could simply not answer if he wanted to.

She smiled when he stated he was surprised they were not mates already. Maybe Julooke and Verrine had fallen into a routine that was comfortable for them, so there hadn't been a reason, until now, to say anything more. But, it was beginning to drive Julooke crazy not knowing whether or not Verrine really wanted to be more. It was finally time to tell him. She found herself feeling a little more excited, and a little less scared.

And then she found herself feeling a little more stupid for almost forgetting she still had duties to perform before she went off and dealt with her love life. Ragnar didn't seemed put off by it, though, and even joked about it. Julooke snorted, Like I would believe you're selfish enough to take it all for yourself. For his family, maybe. But not just him. She grinned at him before lowering her head to one of legs, attempting to rip it from the rest of the body. It would take more trips to put the meat in the caches if it was ripped up, but it was still a lot easier than dragging the whole thing, minus what was going to Thistle.