Stavanger Bay [bwp/storm] what will you do when they come for you

Thistle woke with a start and looked around. Where on heaven's earth was she? She whimpered as she realized yet again she had been sleep walking. With a soft sigh, she looked to the sky and her ears slicked back to her head. Her babies! Charon! Levi! By all the gods in the heavens what kind of mother and leader was she. She had been absent in her mind, body everything for weeks and now she realized just how bad it had become.

Growling softly to herself, she ran as fast as she could towards the den, sighing in relief when she saw Charon and Levi leading the babies to safety. She ran after them, nudging both Levi and Charon in thanks. Her eyes much more clearer than they had been in weeks. Perhaps finally, time was healing some of her wounds. 

She attempted to lick the top of the babies heads if they would allow her, but honestly she didn't know if they would. Her babies may hate her. She hadn't been a very good mother. However, she really hoped to stop that.