Moonspear The truth of the matter

Thistle was used to most taking a double look when they saw her. Especially when she had been close to Ragnar or now her sons. She was a petite thing, and her husband had not been at all. It had been comical she supposed if others had looked on them, him large and she small. Thistle perked her ears forward and waited for a question or something. She was surprised when there were none. 

Thistle's lips twitched genially and she dipped her muzzle. Yes I am. What brings you this way? Not that  I don't mind the company. She shifted her weight and tilted her head, curious. Thistle had not realized that Charon had talked so much about her that others would recognize her on sight.