Sea Lion Shores Heh. That's Cute.

Thistle looked at him strangely at his question, not because it was a bad one, but rather because it was different. She had never gone by Cloud, had never shortened it that way. She shook her head, No I haven't, but you may call me that if you like.

Thistle listened her ears forward her small paws digging into the sand and dirt gently, just working off a bit of nervous energy. She chuckled, Ah I see. Well congratulations for finding a home. Is it far your home? I do not know if I know it very well or even where about it is? I do not get far from here often.

Thistle smiled and dipped her muzzle, Thank you, my husband would not want me to grieve, for he is in Valhalla now. But thank you all the same. She grew quiet and thought of Ragnar and wanted to cry out in unfairness and grief. But she kept her words, and her thoughts ot herself on such things.

Kero. She tried out his name, tasted it as best she could. It worked for him, and she nodded it fit. They do, we are tiny but might and I love them all. They are wonderful in my time of sorrow, and all help with the babes.