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Thistle flicked an ear back unsure what she could do to make him take the blasted herbs. She lowered her eyes flicking her tail once in irritation. She could maybe charm him into doing what she wanted. Or she could offer up a compromise. He would probably take the compromise easier and besides it wasn't like it would really work the minute he took the plant he'd be tired again, though even if he wasn't there was no reason for her to back out, but he had to be kind.

She shifted and spoke over a mouthful of herbs"Okay Ragnar you take these you may have what you want, but only if you are kind and easy because i am not about to have these pups early because you get out of control. Or I can just shove them down your gullet like i originally planned i'll just have to figure out how.