Stavanger Bay All that glitters

Thistle had realized as the days had passed that she was very close to severe wounds or death when she had fought with Ragnar. She found though that it didn't scare her, and it didn't make her mad. He had controlled himself at least that is what she chose to think, rather than her walking away was the best thing to do. Perhaps, just perhaps that was why she wasn't worried or scared about it. She had also heard stories of a wolf that had lived near her, that had gone into these rages of his own free will, so she knew it could be done.

Thistle also knew that part of her poor husbands irritation was probably due in fact to three females being in heat, she knew very intimately that it was hard for males to resist that, and given the fact that she strongly suspected her husband wanted Nerian, even if he didn't say so, made it harder, and that in its own way pissed her off, but she dulled that with the fact that he would continue to resist, because he loved her. She knew it shouldn't upset her and she really needed to get over that, and she was working on it, so she kept that to herself. However, she also knew that women had the same instincts and some of them literally threw themselves at men. She herself had been victim of her own lust, instincts, and heat. It made for a sticky situation for all around at the moment.

Thistle looked over at the lilacs again, knowing that this was her husband’s way of apologizing, because he would never say the words, she realized that it was time for her to bite the proverbial bullet and apologize as well, though she wasn't sure what she could say or do to apologize, but she would try. She should not have pushed at him knowing how close to the surface his temper had been simmering like some sort of hot bubbling spring or lava or something. She had pushed anyway, and truth be told if he had attacked her it would have been her own fault, but he would not have forgiven himself she didn't think.

She wondered if she could find Ragnar or if she should howl for him, it was only dawn, no one else was awake but her and him. And she did not wish to leave the puppies in case they woke up. She worried her brow as she thought of what to do. She sat for another moment hoping that he would come back for a brief break, if not she supposed she could hunt him down. Realizing, that she was merely putting it off, she would find skoll and have him watch the children, she thought he might be awake.

Thistle having left Skoll with Ein, Tveir and Gyda she tip toed through the forest heading straight for the borders. The place she was certain her husband was, marking them. She did see him and she took a moment to study him in the early morning light, pleased with what she saw, as she was always. She stood still even longer debating what to say, finally deciding to wing it; she lifted her head and kept her eyes on him, but kept her tail down. He had pointed out that they were not equals and she would do well to remember that, and she supposed she was trying to. Good Morning Dear Heart. was her soft spoken words as she neared him.