Horizon Ridge Touch my nose to the foam

Thistle Cloud woke with a quick movement and rolled over onto her back to stretch and roll around for a moment as she thought of what she planned on doing today. She would dearly love to meet some of the rest of the pack. However, she was unsure how to find them. She could certainly sniff them out as her father a wonderful tracker had taught her to do, however there was always the possibility that she may find someone who did not wish to be found.

So what should she do today. It was days like this that she missed her mother. Her and SpottedFawn used to sit for hours and sort through herbs and talk about silly things. She missed her dearly, if only her family had come with her when she left, but her father refused to uproot her mother again, said she had enough of that for a lifetime and Thistle had agreed, still didn't stop her from wishing. But as they say do not grow a wishbone where your backbone ought to be.

She stood and shook her light fur and took a tentative step towards the ocean, maybe some beach combing that could always be fun, or perhaps some herb gathering. With that thought in mind she began to trek towards the ocean first, she would go there first after all she had to gather some things to help with her healing endeavors.