Stavanger Bay Little Angels wrapped in fur

Thistle smiled at Ragna's determination, even if it were a simple journey of inches. She attacked it bravely and fought her way forward. She was jostled on all sides  by her brothers, but she was making it. With a small chuckle, she pushed her the rest of the way forward gently, her nose at her bum.

Thistle laughed at the dual wind that Jorunn was sporting and she couldn't help but shake her head at him. She gently nosed his head and then his side. Ticling his sides gently, blowing some air along the side of his belly. She didn't want to blow in his face, since he was blind and deaf at the moment. She feared she might startle him worse, than if she just did it this way.