The party don't start 'til I walk in

Before her questions could be answered, Ragnar appeared, nosing her cheek. Julooke naturally went into a submissive position, her tail low and her ears folded softly on her head as she returned the familiar greeting. The excited female was just about to introduce the male she considered a brother, when Ragnar spoke up. Julooke's expression turned to confusion. Did they already know each other? How? How did Ragnar meet Beric before she even knew he was here? Her head turned between the two males as they spoke.

She desperately wanted to question them, but Julooke knew better than to interrupt Ragnar during what seemed like business. What offer was made? Her front paws danced on the sand as she tried to control her excitement and confusion that rolled together in one big ball of emotion.