Ravensblood Forest the eye of odin

Thistle felt her husband brush against her as she strained to look for him in the fog and vapor. She turned quickly to look at him and the haggard way with which he held himself worried her. "Ragnar are you okay? Of course lets get back before you fall down and sleep for days. She tilted her head licking his face gently to try and keep him upright at least until they reached home. Come on Dear Heart lets go home.

Her body was still chilly with some otherworldly touch. She was unsure what it was if it was the simple fact that she was in the forest that had an ethereal quality anyway, or maybe she really had met the gods and goddesses. She was unsure, but she did know that she wanted to get her mate home as quickly as possible before he passed out and she had to drag him and she would do it too.