this is the madness

"he's going to be soo much trouble when he's older lol"


Thistle raised an eyebrow in amusement as her son giggled and she looked down at him a smile etched in her own maw. She was only amused for a moment, when his little scowl broke across his face and she felt even worse that he couldn’t explore. Not that she remembered it, but her mother had told her that they had often wanted out when they were little, and couldn’t be her brothers and her. yes little one Neinn. She felt like praising him for at least trying to say the word no or neinne whichever he would prefer saying. Thus far though, her children responded to norse quicker than English, in a way it made her a little sad, but it also filled her with joy that they were so quick to learn, it would bring them closer to their father, who she knew missed his home and his language.

Thistle saw him watching her leg with a dark look and she bent down and nosed his side gently. Tickling him with her muzzle and whiskers, she blew gently on his side to get his attention and nuzzled the side of his little face.