follow the echoes

Thistle lifted her head at the sound of her husbands voice and the liltingly haunting words that rolled of his tongue in norse. She was beginning slowly to recognize words in his language, slowly but she was trying. She could say numbers, and son and daughter and she recognized my love and maiden among a few other words.

She replied with a soft be right there and with a gentle paw and nuzzle she curled the deer hide and other furs around all 3 children and she pushed herself to her paws and slowly slid from the den mouth. As the scent of venison assailed her nostrils her mouth watered. Mmm is that for me. that's a lovely treat. She brushed past him to run her muzzle along his own and nip affectionately at his scruff only to sidle past and sit with tail tightly wound around her paws with a smile at him. Speaking of venison, the babes can start to eat regurgitated meat tomorrow.

She was fairly certain she had her children's days figured out pretty nicely. And if memory served tomorrow would be their 15th day and it meant it was time for them to try and start to eat meat. She was actually looking forward to it, even if the way to get the result was a bit gross to some. She didn't think it would bother her or her husband he was not the squeamish type.