Sequoia Coast To and fro, the fawn goes

Thistle slowly relaxed, her hackles lowered and her growls ceased and she stood there quietly with her tail hanging limply behind her for the time being. She was after all in neutral territory for now. Soon enough there would be a claim here, and they would move from the isle wolves and the bear. Not realizing that it was an isle wolf in front of her.

Thistle shook her head and spoke softly Everything is as fine as it can be right now, but thank you for your concern. She didn’t know what else to say, and she didn’t know how to react. The one wolf that had not been part of her pack that she had ever talked to had knocked her up and left, never to be seen again, so gods preserve her, if she was a little wary of strangers. She wagged her tail once in return to his, to show that she was not adverse to some small simple conversation. Nothing heavy or deep of course, she didn’t know if she could handle that right now, given her current mindset and the grief that clung to her, like shadows clung to the trees.