Horizon Ridge Even Roses have Thorns

Thistle pushed herself out of the den yawning widely her gait uneven and ungainly. She was extremely large for her size knowing that the pups were going to be strong sturdy little things. She tilted her head as the bright morning sun hit her eyes and blinked.

She sighed and pushed herself to the little inlet near her home and lay down beside the water, anxious to be out in the sun and hear the sound of the bubbling water as it traveled over the rocks. She sighed in contentment her blue eyes slowly drifting closed, but she was not sleepy she was just enjoying the sunshine and the day.

She did not know where her mate was probably patrolling. She was immensely glad that his delirium was gone as was his fever. She had thought about taking his mushrooms and just throwing them all away, but then she didn't want to face that wrath or have that argument so she left them alone and besides he didn't use them constantly only when trouble beckoned at their door. And it was a way of life for his pack, and who was she to mess with someone else's traditions.

She shifted again and lay in the morning sun soaking up the rays and wondering briefly if someone would stop to chat with her today.