Stavanger Bay Happy Days Spent

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Thistle woke up and feeling a little bit happier than she had been, and making a conscious effort to make the day positive she pushed herself out of the den and sat in the clearing watching Tveir run to and fro, and the other three do whatever it was that they loved to do. Her tail thumped a small tattoo on the ground as she sat and watched the small little world that she inhabited wake up and come alive.

She had been watching as the children’s eyes were beginning to change it was an interesting concept that she was absolutely amazed by. They still had a little ways to go, but the start was there, and she was anxious to see how it went as time passed. She tilted her head a small smile on her face, and she soon enough joined Tveir in his mad dash from one end to the other, her laughter peeking out from her eyes and rising in the sky to intermingle with the breeze and float off for any and all nearby to hear.