Sequoia Coast Scolded

Thistle heard the howl, and despite that she would rather be searching for her lost son, or filling the caches. The simple fact was someone was calling for a healer, her first love and one that had yet to abandon her. So with simple minced steps, and head held high she approached the border. She stood looking at the two wolves that were traveling at the way they looked and she waited for a moment. Not overly anxious to break the silence, but finally break it she did.

You called? How can I help you? Then she stood still and she just stared at the two there. She did shift her weight to be more comfortable, but she found she did not wish to waste anymore words. She was tired of speaking, she simply wanted silence in her life for the most part. Blessed silence so she could think on how much of a failure of a mother she was, of everything except a queen. How terrible was that?