Stavanger Bay It's time to come out.

Thistle struggled for a bit to get up, finally succeeding. She plodded along, her body heavily round, and her small body almost unable to handle it. However, it wasn't so bad, she was just achy and tired. She knew it would only be a few days, if that, before these babes were here.  She only went a little ways, before she plopped down again. Her breathing labored, and the ripples that adorned her tiny, rotund body ever so often, plaguing her.

She looked about her, but didn't move. She found she was comfortable, and it took entirely too much of an effort to stand. She was fine just the way she was. Their pack was thriving, their pack mates too. She and RAgnar were doing well, and now they would have new life to add in the mix. It was a good day.