(m) across the caucasus

Thistle had woken a few times the night before though not often being that she had been truthfully exhausted from giving birth. However, when she had woken she had missed the warmth that Ragnar usually held against her back, but she had known that where he was, was a good place to be. He was keeping them safe and protected while guarding his own viking ways, for no one was allowed to see or touch the babes for a month. She did not understand the whole idea of it, but she knew he was doing what he knew was best.

Thistle followed him tilting one ear back to make sure that none that lied inside awoke and cried out for her. Thistle chuckled They are tiny now Ragnar, but I think that Ein will rival even your size. The first born, being called one in Norse until he earned his name was the largest of all the pups that lay slumbering. She smiled softly at her nickname as it had grown on her. She liked it now and she was tiny she supposed compared to him, but she still gave into the teasing and grumbled slightly reminding him Tiny but mighty Then she laughed again licking his muzzle.