Ravensblood Forest chariots of the gods

Thistle heard the groan and she became alarmed she looked at the little girl. She was worried about her head wound. She didn’t like giving poppy seeds to anyone, but that was the nearest thing to them to give the child. So she nodded to Ragnar to watch both Tveir and Junior and she raced away on nimble paws for a moment. She wasn’t gone but a few seconds when she came back with some seeds. She laid them down cutting the usual does in half. Okay junior that will make your headache go away. It will also make you sleepy.

Thistle wondered where her parents were if it was one of her children she’d be an absolute mess at this point and she would probably have run Ragnar Ragged making him look for them. The uncomfortable thought that passed her mind after that, was that somewhere someone simply didn’t care and that alone made her want to tear into someone, surely this child had someone who loved her somewhere. I’m thistle cloud, this little guy is called Tveir and this is Ragnar. She answered the girl’s question.