Horizon Ridge Even Roses have Thorns

Nerian tipped her head to the side as the she-wolf plopped down and shocked her head. wait a moment, please

She turned and loped off, her gait was clean and elegant as she disappeared, 5 minutes may have past before she returned and placed a black stone upon Thistle's feet. Nerian lay down that and whispered to the stone then she flicked dirt upon thistle's feet and the stone before backing up three steps and nodding satisfied.

Carry that with you and it will help, It's blessed Hematite. It's a grounding stone it restores, strengthens and regulates the blood supply, which your body is redirecting to the babes within you. Hematite also stimulates the absorption of iron and formation of red blood cells, and helps cramps, anxiety and insomnia.

She knew she'd yet again have to answer the same questions Ragnar asked but she was tired to speaking having just verbally vomited the meaning to her actions. Nerian sighed and looked into Thistles face, her emotion now hidden behind a guarded plain mask. Her expression not one of frustration or anger but one of calm collected detachment, something she certainly didn't actually feel.
She repeated the same thing she told Ragnar, maybe this wolf would understand her plight more then a block-headed male. I cannot return home unless I am a free wolf and cleansed of all sins.

Nerian knew that she had changed much in the time since she been taken from her home. So much had he changed that she was doubtful she would ever be free enough from her sins that she could ever dream of returning.
Even her inner most personal thoughts mocked her; sinful thoughts.
She was unsure of how to regain the wolf she once was, unsure how to purify her mind and body. Though she did not appear this outwardly, she was a mess. A shell of a former priestess.

much of this was taken from the post with Ragnar, but Thistle asked the same questions and her answers have yet to change