Stavanger Bay If only living was as easy now

Thistle knew that Justice was something she wanted, but she was unsure if she would ever get it. She was tied to the bay now indisputably. She could not just run off in search of the murderer, to hand him death on swift paws. There was an ember of hate for whoever had done this. However, there was also a small bit of respect, for not many could kill or maim her husband. They had been a strong warrior to get the drop on him. Not that would stay her paw, if there came a time that she had a chance to kill the wolf.

Thistle smiled at him and dipped her nose down, gently, briefly touching his shoulder in hello. Thistle sighed softly, The pups are doing well, growing well, and they are happy. Much more happy than I am. They will grow strong and well in this pack. How are you?