test my will, test my heart

Thistle saw the youth lower himself, and she felt bad. maybe it had not been in the best mindset to come across him and talk to him, when she was obviously irritable and testy. She studied him again, absolutely certain that this was her husband's son, but she could be wrong. After all, she had no idea what anyone in his family looked like, one of his brothers could have looked exactly like her husband. She spoke quietly "I'm sorry I'm not in the best of moods, forgive me for sounding like some crazy woman intent upon harm. She shrugged then, and if she had not felt so bad, she may have found the whole situation comical, since he was shrinking down, and she was not large. It just was a little funny that a wolf a good deal larger than her shrunk down when she came near. But she had always told her husband that she was tiny but mighty.

Thistle smiled and spoke Thank goodness, my Norse isn't the best and I may have wanted to tell you something benign and ended up calling you a snake or something. She gave him another smile then and then tilted her head to study him.

A small sigh came out of her maw, when he smirked, reaffirming that simple fact that he was probably RAgnar's, a smirk being his trademark look, especially when he was talking to her. Well correct me if I am wrong, but I am assuming that you are from Odinn's cove, and since you are a dead wringer for my husband. I am also assuming that A. you are his son, because he was a man whore most definitely though he isn't now or B. you are somehow related to him. She somehow couldn't find it in her heart to regret calling her husband such a name, because frankly to her that is what he had been. She was glad he wasn't anymore, but still he had been.