Horizon Ridge The Setting sun (Nuka)

Thistle Cloud was momentarily started and cursed herself for a fool, her head so far in the clouds she had not been vigilant. Though a sigh of relief burst forth when she realized it was a female voice that reached her poised ears.

She tilted her head and sought out the voice and found the ivory woman laying atop a boulder. She offered her a smile "Hello you are not bothering me. It is a pleasure to meet you, I am glad we are adding new faces there have been much disaster recently it is good to see another in good health. I am Thistle Cloud aspiring healer of the pack. Thistle cloud assumed the other had been told or deduced from their amounts and the smell of rubble in blood that still lay thick in the air that there had been a disaster.

She studied the other in front of her smelling the milk that still fell from her belly, but she was unsure if there were pups nearby. She looked around, she had not heard any little ones and did not many mothers that would travel with their pups young enough to still drink milk. She was a silver white color much like Bjorn, but this wolf seemed gentler somehow, probably because Bjorn could be a brute a likeable brute at times but a brute still.