Thistle strode from the den and sat down right outside, letting the dawning sun rise up and it's rays touch the amber and fawn colors of her face and pelt, that shone brightly in the light. She bent to lick her one white paw, and then stopped moving and closed her eyes to let it sluice down over top of her.
She tilted face towards the sky and smiled softly in the light. It was so pleasant to just sit and let the warmth dig deep into her face and warm her pelt from the outside in. She was slowly becoming accustomed to her life, granted yes she was still incredibly upset about it, but she was adapting to it. She hummed deep in her chest and shifted once and twice and then stopped moving relaxing in the morning air, the crisp breeze a strange feeling against the parts of her body where there were no sun touching her.
Hope you don't mind Beric here ^_^
Beric had taken to the heart of the territory this morning, deciding to roam through it rather than the outskirts, though he would still patrol as he should. For now, however, he wanted the certainty that he would not run into any trespassers. If they were this far into the territory, they had a death wish that he would certainly fulfill for them. But, without worry, he weaved in and out of the trees and through the brush without much of a direction. The weather was quite nice today with the sun shining brightly. The heart of the forest was the perfect spot to keep a little cool since it offered so much shade, and the breeze could still get through.
He stopped in his tracks when a gust of wind brought with it a scent. Thankfully, this scent was very familiar, and he didn't have to be on the defensive side. Head and tail lowering, he made his way the short distance to where Thistle was, following her scent. He chuffed softly to announce himself, keeping a respectable distance from the den entrance, and approaching so that she was between him and her den. The pups might be a little older, but Beric was sure Thistle was still a protective mother. He had never been this close to her den, and he didn't want to anger her. I was walking by and caught your scent, he admitted. Thought I would stop by... he added. He and Thistle hadn't really spoken much, but he respected her, and figured it would be a good idea for them to get to know each other better, especially since he was sure he was sticking with this pack.
"I don’t mind at all ,"
Thistle had noticed the tireless ministrations of her packmates and how they continued to care for the pack lands and the pack. Beric had indeed stepped up she thought his eye on the prize of warden for himself, much like her husband. She still had not yet figured out what she wanted for a third trade, unsure and a little curious as to what to pick, but she would dwell on that another day.
Thistle opened blue eyes and looked over at the sound of a quiet chuff. She smiled at her fellow pack mate, Beric and dipped her muzzle to him. So I see that Claire is now one of us rather than a captive. Does this please you? She had known the male before her had been a bit put off by his friend and potential love interest being a captive, but the girl had crossed over the borders it was justified. It did not stop the man from being conflicted clearly, showing his good upbringing.
Thistle was no longer hostile when it came to the babes unless they were threatened, mostly because they were roaming most of the time on their own now. At 11 weeks they were nearly 3 months old, halfway to half grown. Thistle chuckled Those that we love whether they be family, friend or lovers it is always nice to have them near. Why is she gun shy? Thistle was curious about her other pack mate, and she needed to know everyone if she were to help Ragnar lead. She would be the personable half to their whole, though Ragnar could be personable and charming in his own right, this she knew first hand.
Thistle smiled largely, always happy to talk about her children, they are fine Gyda has finally broken out of her shell, there for the longest time she would not come out of the den or speak, she doesn't like change you see. And in away i suppose we all coddle her being the only girl and all.
Thistle listened to him turning downy ears towards him to hear him better and nodded. it was a commotion, and Ragnar warned them numerous times, they just didn’t listen. she frowned at that. Wishing that they had, perhaps they would not be all gone now, scattered to the four winds, wolves without a home. Thistle smiled that they did; you have gained a new family as well as your old one. It is nice to have a home with family. She gave him a large smile, that made her blue eyes twinkle, she was happy the male had found a home with family she really was.
Thistle chuckled I would check with Ragnar first, before you do something with the boys. Make sure he doesn’t have something planned. He has lessons with them daily. However, I think they would like that very much and Tveir likes Verrine. He calls him Ver. she grew quiet then happy to just past the time by.