Sequoia Coast To and fro, the fawn goes

Hi there I don't think I had the pleasure of writing with you on WWS, but I am looking forward to doing so here. Your writing is beautiful and I must say I'm a bit jealous. :D

Unlike many, Thistle herself often thirsted for knowledge, but his was not of a broader spans. No she preferred to learn all she could, about healing, rather than much of anything else. She was very knowledgeable about healing and herbs, but she could always learn more and she wanted too.

Thistle woke with a start having felt eyes on here, as she blinked bleary eyes she saw another wolf standing in front of her. She had never moved so fast in her life. She was up and growling and snarling within seconds, a little bit scared, but angry mostly with herself for having been caught sleeping.

She looked at him for a moment and quieted slowly, but her hackles stayed raised. What ghosts do you speak of? What do you want? Why do you just sit there staring at others? She was wary and disgruntled, she didn’t know this strange wolf in front of her.

Studying him silently he was dark, darker than she was used to, most of the wolves in her pack were light or at least had white somewhere, except for Pump gods rest her soul, Pump had been black and just like that, she was sad all over again. She stood there with hackles raised, but blue eyes turned towards the stranger.