Ravensblood Forest chariots of the gods

Thistle was walking alongside the river when she happened to hear a coughing sound. Curious and a bit wary she walked forward. Her son Tveir/Gunnar keeping pace with her, the other two children were probably playing with Julooke who was currently watching them. As she came around the corner of the bend she happened to see the bedraggled little black pup and she chuffed gently, she walked towards her.

Blue eyes studied her, where on earth was this poor little creature from, and how did she get this far. She had no scent on her as the river had quite easily washed it away. It was a miracle she was alive. Hello little one. she talked to the pup with quiet and calming voice as best she could, trying not to startle her, but also to get her to trust her.

She really honestly didn’t care if Ragnar would say no, she planned on taking care of this poor woe begotten thing, and she would have no arguments. Poor thing lost and all alone, probably scared and worried.