Horizon Ridge Even Roses have Thorns

The pregnant she-wolf introduced herself as a wife, therefore equal to Ragnar she wondered if Ragnar would consider her just as much Thistles as she was 'his'

Nerian didn't know weather to mock this female or tell her the truth, in the end she was tired of her 'sinning' and so she lowered herself into a bow. A crudely woven Marigold necklace/wreath wrapped around her neck would be visible then, The female has used it hoping for the blessings and protection it could offer in it's minute degree. anything was better then nothing surrounded in this culture.
After a moment she stood back up keeping her head low and her tail dropped, proving to the femme before her she was no threat at the very least, but other then submission she offered no other emotional cues. Her eyes were neither hard nor soft as she spoke, if she harboured resentment none would be able to tell.

I am Nerian, a Cleric Preistess, enslaved to Ragnar.
She offered no other information, for she was not asked, and she had only wanted to see the wolf that smelled so much like Ragnar yet she had nothing else to speak of, not that she was much for words anyhow.