this is the madness

Thistle held tight to her son's scruff momentarily surprised when he just rolled into a ball. Her first born was stubborn as his father and he was also fast developing into a problem about getting out and doing things. She would not be surprised if he got his brother and sister and himself into all kinds of trouble trying to prove that he could do this or that, but she could be wrong of course his personality was still developing.

She snorted as he fought to get away and spoke a very clear nuh huh. He was definitely a fight and she was unsure how they would work as he got older, she feared for a hair trigger temper and wondered if he would have one. Thistle sat down over top of her son but watched him and surrounding area well. She knew that no one was supposed to see them and if someone were to come near she would have to haul him back in quickly also she was afraid that he would try and dash off and she didn't want to punish him, she wanted him to see the world, but he had to mind.