Stavanger Bay If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it.

Julooke smiled as Thistle came into view, joining the duo. She was anxious, though, about how she might react towards Nerian. Apparently, though, there was nothing to worry about, as Thistle gave Nerian a friendly, familiar brush of her nose to her. Julooke's ear swiveled as she realized Thistle did not give her the same greeting, but she tried not to read too much into it. She knew she had Thistle's friendship, and the two other female being friends didn't change that.

It was quickly forgotten, though, replaced with confusion as Thistle told her the symptoms were not due to her attack. As Thistle was the healer of the pack, Julooke took her opinion very seriously when it came to her health. What are they from? she asked, her expression clearly conveying her confusion. Her ear swiveled to Nerian when she asked her question, but her focus was on Thistle. Not wanting to be rude by ignoring her second question, so Julooke reluctantly turned her attention away from Thistle and to Nerian. Several weeks ago, during that super moon, I was attacked on the beach by another wolf, she replied, preferring to keep the explanation simple. Besides, there wasn't much more to say.