Totoka River Different strokes for different folks

Thistle sighed happily as she lay down and pulled the fish towards herself. Taking a big bite she almost moaned in the delightful taste. Sometimes she disgusted herself with as much food she ate as of late. She was going to have to do a lot of running after these babes of theirs were born.

Thistle shrugged at first and then spoke "What brings you here Macawi? Have you found a pack to your liking? No one has been mean to you have they? She tilted her head as she chewed softly on the fish waiting for an answer from someone she hoped to call a friend.