wrath of the northmen

Thistle watched as her mate left a ragged scar in the scoured dirt and her heart hurt a little for him. So much anger was bottled up inside of him that it was almost as if he were a different person when angry, but she loved him anyway. She smiled to herself oh yes she loved him how interesting life was, as she had this realization, but now yea now was not the time to tell him. She noticed the hurt in his eyes, but she did not move she allowed him to approach her.

Thistle nuzzled his face as he licked her and she smiled as he touched her sides and spoke to the little ones growing there. "Ragnar it will stress me more to know you are upset, I promise that I will take some herbs to settle myself if I get stressed herbs that are perfectly healthy when pregnant. She added the last part so as to not upset him further. She sat down stubbornly and refused to move. "now I can sit here all day Ragnar and watch you pace or you can tell me what's wrong? She tilted her head allowing her blue eyes to roam over the plains of his face.