shatter me

Thistle's tongue darted out to caress the side of his muzzle at his bump, then she tilted her head and yawned realizing she was very tired. She was slowly becoming used to her husbands culture and though she probably would never fully be a shield maiden much rather preferring healing to killing she knew now as she grew into herself that she could harm another and be okay with it in some cases. In a way it was a scary thought to her, while at the same time comforting knowing that she was not and had never been as helpless as she had always felt. She was so much smaller than most, but bigger than some yet it was her size that had always made her wonder if she could do more than healing and she could and she would. Motherhood had woken up something that had lay dormant in her for years. A savage instinct to protect that she had not known were there.

She smiled up at him "Okay Ragnar. Tomorrow. She yawned again and rubbing her muzzle across his again she turned and headed towards the den she was now tired. She wanted to sleep the babes that grew sapping most of her energy of late. She was certain though they would be newborn they were going to be large children.