A Change of Pace

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Thistle saw the sadness mar the moment and she leaned forward to touch her new friend gently on the brow. Loss always hurts, we can only hope that it lessens with time and those that are left behind remember those who went ahead fondly. After all they never really leave us. She smiled then and grew quiet and listened to the other femme speak of her gods.

Thistle chuckled We are always recruiting you are welcome here I’m sure my husband would not mind. Freya is my kind of goddess as well as is Frigga. Thistle shrugged then with a small smile, happy to offer the other female a place here in the pack that she loved.

Thistle thought about it and spoke softly For a few months, he took care of me when I needed it most. And as time wore on I grew to love him. Our’s had been a marriage of convenience at first. He and I we argue, heatedly and somewhere along the line that passion turned to red hot love and here I stand. She smiled then a happy smile, even though she would get mad at her husband often and she did not like sharing him, she did love him. She loved him more than she would ever admit.