Julooke had been out and about that day, roaming over the packlands. She hadn't left since they got here, seeing no reason, too. After all of the traveling she and Verrine had done, she was relieved and happy to have a place to settle down and call home. It was almost like being in Sterrenvuur again. Except, this home had captives. Julooke supposed her leaders could have done a lot worse to trespassers, so she made no qualms about the decision to keep them captive here for a short time. Knowing Ragnar, he could have easily made the decision to kill them, instead. At least this way they will leave relatively unharmed, and hopefully with a new lesson learned.
A glimpse of movement caught her eye and she stopped abruptly. No trespasser here this time. Tail wagging, she chuffed to Thistle, and pranced her way over to her, ears softly flattened on her head and a smile on her face. Hey, Thistle, she greeted friendly. Whatcha up to? she asked, wondering if her friend was going anywhere in particular. She hoped she hadn't interrupted.