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We could fade with your thread, if you like, or my next one. :-)

Julooke didn't think any less of Ragnar. She understood his culture was vastly different than hers, and she did her best to take it all in stride, even if she couldn't agree with all of it. Sure, the thought of what to her was wasting perfectly good food made her stomach churn a little, but it wasn't as if Ragnar did it on a regular basis. At least it didn't seem like it. Aside from the ritual for the pups, this would be the second ritual since she had joined the pack. Besides, she did understand the fact that Ragnar felt a need to keep his God happy, and if his God was happy, he was happy, and if he was happy, the whole pack was happy. This is how Julooke would justify not saying anything against the sacrifices. If she ever learned he had to sacrifice a wolf, however, that might not hold true for long. That could be the line where she simply had to speak up.

She was ecstatic when she seen his attention distracted. He was looking upwards, though, which was a little unusual. What would be at the top of the trees? She didn't hear anything up there except for birds. Never mind them, though. Her prey was walking in her direction. Her body shimmied in anticipation of her "attack" and she jumped up as soon as he stepped in front of her. She wasn't super confident he would be happy about her trying to play with him, which is why she only mocked pounced him. She was delighted, however, when he successfully tackled her, joining in on her game. She went down on her side, her head turning as her jaws opened in a mock display of self-defense. She aimed them towards his front leg, trying to grab onto it.

There was something to be said for a pair of wolves who could let their guard down in a territory they hadn't technically claimed yet. Ragnar was usually suspicious, especially when not in the pack lands, and Julooke could be a little bit of a coward sometimes. But, here it seemed, they already felt at home.