Horizon Ridge Little Angels I love you

Thistle smiled at her little daughter and stopped moving long enough for the little girl to touch her nose with her paw. She blew warm air on it gently wanting to see the little girls reaction. She seemed calmer than her brothers, more resolute so far. She was inquisitive but not obtrusively so like Tveir and Ein.

Thistle placed her own paw above her daughter for her to see, the white one that set her apart from most wolves and set apart from her sandy coat. she giggled at the little girls tail wag and couldn't help but feel extremely blessed that she had such wonderful children.