I love the way you lie

Thistle was a much more social creature than her husband, another way that they complemented each other well. I am glad they were good things. She smiled at him, she studied him for a moment. He had strange markings, but what could she say Tveir was strangely marked with paws like her fur against darker brown, and a mask of the same light brown. His coat looked as if it had been blended just right, it was interesting.

Thistle smiled and spoke The ridge had felt like home to me, until the lands began to change and bad things began to happen. Pump was my friend, and the isle wolves should not have come so close, and before you even came there was a landslide. I do not like to believe in curses, but even I question whether or not the land was cursed.

She listened to his next question and a small chuckle came off her lips yes so far we have, the pups though they settle in easily, they were not that invested in the ridge yet, they had just began to go outside a few days before everything happened so to them it is not a big change. However, I am settling in slowly, but surely I just need to find a good place to put a small growing of plants, and I have to decide whether or not to talk to Ragnar about going back to the ridge and gathering the plants I had there, or if I should just gather new ones around here. She was merely making conversation, she would approach Ragnar on her own, when the time came