Stavanger Bay They are growing like weeds

@Jorunn @Ragna @Kaylan only if you guys have times..the babies can hear and babble now...but I will make this all welcome for everyone in case of.

Thistle woke with a start and looked at the little bundles wrapped around her. Her eyes sought the forms of Charon and Levi too. They had yet to find dens, but she didn't so much mind. Especially now that Ragnar and Gunnar were gone. It had broken her heart when Ragnar had departed the mortal world. And it had hurt when her oldest, present son departed for his own adventure. However, she knew very well she couldn't hold him back. And he had make sure to tell everyone, and say his goodbyes. She had told him he could come and go as he pleased as long as he had an escort, probably one of his adopted or biological siblings or herself.

She sighed and sniffed gently at the babes around her. They should be able to hear anyday now, if they didn't already. And they all could see of course. She licked their heads and standing to her paws, gently. So as to not disturb them. She slid into the sunlit day and looked about her. Settling to her haunches she closed her eyes and let the sun slide across her face. She sighed, Ragnar being gone was like a crushing ache, that just never went away. Some days, it was hard to breathe.