feeding the sickness

@Sköll, the baby is calling you! ^_^

Julooke's sides were heaving with the exertion of the run to get here, but there seemed to be no danger in the immediate area. The pup, Ein, seemed to be alright, as well, but wanted a particular wolf, and it wasn't hurt. Julooke wasn't offended that her own presence didn't seem to be enough; she knew the pups could pick their favorite friend and only want them. In an effort to please him, she said, Ég mun kalla, she responded, hoping that would satisfying him for the time being, and hoping Sköll would come. She tilted her head back, and let out a low howl, calling for the other wolf, but it wasn't urgent, even if Ein would disagree with that.

She moved so that she wasn't standing over the pup. Now that she was sure there was no danger, there was no reason to hover over him like that. She sat down on her haunches next to him, Við bíðum, she said in broken Norse, looking down at him. My name's Julooke, she said, introducing herself.