(m) across the caucasus

Thistle had been aware how close to death he had been and she had fought even harder to keep him among the living. He had been gruff and he had scared her, but she wasn't about to let him die then because of that. Now he no longer scared her, though he was still a gruff man. She had become used to it in time. Thistle chuckled forgetting for a moment that her husbands first language was not English so her words were probably confusing for him. I meant since I have become your wife I do not worry as much. That is what I mean. Oh she still worried and she still did not understand many things and she was too trusting in general and some day it would probably get her in trouble that he would have to get her out of, but at least she did not worry.

Thistle smiled at him and dipped her muzzle a little further down. I know you won't Ragnar. Black nostrils flared at the second nip and she shifted again. Remembering very well the effect her husband had on her. She hummed a soft sound deep in her chest.