in my dreams we are always together

Thanks :) I hope we have a good day too.

Thistle Cloud woke up to her mates call and a soft smile graced her tired face. She shifted but took it slow as her body was cramped and sore. She could barely sleep anymore due to the fact that she was just far to sore and it kept her up. So most of her days were passed in a strange sense of awareness where she wasn't quite asleep but neither was she completely awake.

She got to her feet giving herself a bit of a push to get up and start forward. She imagined she looked comical given her size and the size of her stomach. Despite the pain and the leaking milk she was oddly mostly in a good mood albeit tired. Granted she had her moments of hormonal crankiness, of which she could not control and she felt bad afterwards. Granted for the most part Ragnar was always at the receiving end of it. Which she found she preferred as he didn't take her words and think on them he just let them pass through one ear and out the other whereas someone like perhaps Gavriil or Pump may dwell on them and be hurt by them.

She came from the mouth of the den and gave her husband a light lick and nuzzle and then shifted so she was sitting beside him. She looked at the fern for a moment and another smile showed itself. Something for me?