Ravensblood Forest chariots of the gods

Thistle kept a weather eye on the pup, and Tveir had circled around to her other side. Noticing that she was tottering, he wanted to help where he could. Granted he was smaller than she, but he was a sturdy fellow. Thistle was worried that the girl would fall, but she kept herself upright pretty well. Thistle gave her husband a small look, wondering if he was watching as closely as she, before her eyes returned to the tottering little stoned girl.