It's new and grand....but bittersweet

@Ragnar
Forward date this a few days maybe to the 23rd...

Thistle's husband had told her of the new home he had found. She had wanted to see it for herself and he needed her help. Pump was gone and it was evident by the track marks that marred the downy fur of her cheeks that she was mourning hard. She had not realized that Pumps death would leave her so upset, but it had. She felt as if claws were digging at her heart a thousand times a day, some of it was pain some worry. She did not feel safe in the ridge anymore, so it was with a heavy heart, yet a light step that she followed her husbands scent to check out the new home. The pups were safe with the youth Skoll, who for the most part might as well be family.

A small sigh of pleasure came from her maw when she saw the land that Ragnar had been talking about. It was nestled sweetly back from a bay and the forest itself was large and ancient. It was old feeling, but safe. She slipped between the trees to search out a place that she could mourn some more. Her blue eyes alighted on a few crows and the smell of prey was abundant. It was beautiful this new place and she felt at home right away. As she traveled further into the forest she fell even more in love with the surrounding area. There were countless herbs she knew and even some she didn't, that she could use for this and that. It would be a good place to teach Julooke of different herbs and a good place for their children to play.

A small inlet caught her breath as it ran through the forest. She bent to lap gently at the cool water and she looked around again and sat to her paws, howling her joy for all to see and maybe just maybe some of her pack mates would follow and find as much joy as she.