Sequoia Coast To and fro, the fawn goes

Thistle shook her head at him No I can’t say that I have, though I am sure it is a sound I must hear before I die. She would do her best to listen for a roar next time she was near their home, after all one should always take the most of what life could give you. She smiled softly and a bit shyly the forest held many memories for her alone, it was where she had conceived her children and where Ragnar had claimed her as his for the first time. Yes she liked that forest, It is certainly that, my husband loves it there, it allows you to think of things other than what this world offers here.

Thistle chuckled Yes indeed home is definitely where the heart it, I am a homebody myself, but I like to hear stories from travelers. You must fine me someday and tell me a story of your travels.