Ravensblood Forest chariots of the gods

Tveir wagged his tail back at the other pup, his still baby blues studied her. His ear twitched at his mother's words, she was using her boo boo voice. It was the voice she used on him, every time he got hurt, he was pretty certain she even used it on his father. He shook his head, was this puppy hurt? "Er hún meiða pabba?" he looked up at his dad expecting an answer.

Thistle turned to Ragnar and spoke softly in a whisper I'm taking her with us, she is obviously hurt and she needs our help. She didn't wait for an argument she just looked at him with sharp blue eyes daring him to tell her no.

She then turned back to the youth Junior huh, that's a pretty name. I'm Thistle, this is Tveir and this is Ragnar. Can I help you?