Horizon Ridge Light at the End of the World

Thistle shook her head chuckling softly to herself. This was by far one of the most bizarre conversations she had in her young life. She tilted her head to gauge the female and she wondered what game she was playing. Perhaps she was really attracted to her, which was worrying in it's own way, or maybe she was trying to get to Ragnar in some way. She wasn't sure how it would work, but for some reason her mate and this female loathed the very ground the other walked on. She supposed Ragnar could be rather domineering when wanted too, but it was just something she took that made up his personality.

Thistle lay down rather heavily on the ground her body being far too large for her to hold up for too long on her limber legs. "I do not do much precious I merely gather plants, love up my mate and think about pups. How about you besides eat, hunt sleep repeat? She repeated back at least in part what the former girl had said before.