Horizon Ridge Heavens Not Enough

Thistle thought sadly of her parents and her brothers, she had not realized how badly she missed them, especially her quiet spoken mother whose voice barely ever rode above a whisper. She would have to go look in the river later, to see her mother looking back at her after all she was her mother's carbon copy only larger. Her mother was selfless her father tried to be, but he often would get a little upset and have to remind her mother to take care of herself too, though he was guilty of it as well.

Thistle smiled as he spoke about his family and she saw the pride emanating from him. "You're parents must be very proud of the wolf you have become Gavriil as they should be. You are one of a kind and this pack is better for having you that is for sure. So tell me Gavriil what kind of things do you like to do besides hunt and help others? Do you collect things? Are you a secret knowledge hoarder? She wanted to get to know her pack mate that was near her age.