your magic, white rabbit · Pack Activity

With the arrival of her mate and Beric, Julooke gradually relaxed, nuzzling Verrine as the festival took off. She watched as her friend, Thistle, took her place by her pups, but could tell her heart didn't seem to be into participating. She hurt for Thistle, and wished she could do something about the situation, but short of running Nerian off for her, nothing could be done. Even if she wanted to, Julooke was in no condition to be running after anyone.

A new male arrived, and caught Julooke's attention, simply because he was a stranger. He must have been newly accepted. Who's that? she whispered to Verrine and Beric. Generally, she was quick to make friends, but since her attack, she was more shy around males she didn't know. But, if Ragnar accepted him, he must be trustworthy, right? Still, she wasn't going over to introduce herself just yet.

Her attention went back to the rest of the pack, namely the pups, who this celebration was for. It seemed most of the pack was chowing down, though Julooke's stomach couldn't decide if it was starving or if it wanted to reject the little food that was already in there. She leaned into Verrine, trying to give him the cutest look she could muster. Could you get me a bite to eat, love? she asked sweetly. It wasn't often she asked him to do things she herself could do, but he could say no if he wanted.