swimming in the smoke

Thistle had been taking a nap something she adored doing as of late. She always seemed to sleep better during the day and early evening than at night lately so she took her sleep where she could get it. Her dreams were strange and unearthly lately too, so that often woke her up just as much as the movements of the pups or the way she was laying and her legs would become cramped. Oh the joys of pregnancy.

She heard her name being called and she woke up blinking blearily looking all around. Realizing it was her mate she got to her feet and walked blinking out and nudged his shoulder gently. "What's going on Ragnar is all okay?