Ravensblood Forest chariots of the gods

Thistle looked down at the young pup with a raised eyebrow and smiled. She gently brushed her muzzle across the little girls head, mindful to avoid the goose egg there. Okay Junior how about you lean on me and we’ll walk together? Does that work? if not Thistle would let her walk until she couldn’t anymore, but she would make sure she was there to catch the child when she finally succumbed to the poppy seeds and fell asleep.

Thistle Looked at Tveir as he walked up to the girl with a conspiratorial whisper, my dada is a good carrotter, he is you let him carrot youse?