Stavanger Bay this is the life

Thistle strode among the depressing flower beds and sighed softly. Even her healing den was collasped and caved in. She sniffed at it gently and began to dig her mind on finding what she could salvage. She was a healer and it did not do well to not have her stock of herbs and such. It made her so very sad to see what was once beautiful laid bare and in ruin.

Thistle felt the breeze herself, oblivious to the other wolf though that  explored her ruined meadow. She stopped for a moment to remember briefly laying with Nerian and talking and making love with Ragnar deep in the meadow's depths. Yes this place had been beautiful once.