Ravensblood Forest I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name

Thistle had noticed the small puppy Junior becoming more and more listless and sad. She felt bad and thought perhaps her own mood was rubbing off, though lately she was doing much better and was not as sad, since she had offered all her problems up for the gods to take over.

Thistle turned towards the small melancholy tone and nuzzled the top of the girls head, right between her ears. Hello Junior. She turned again towards the plant she had been slowly pulling at and motioned for the girl to stride forward, I am looking among the plants for herbs I can use in case there are any accidents or wounds. What about you little one? What are you doing out here, besides following me that is?

Thistle finding nothing turned towards another bunch of leaves to sniff and prod, trying to discern what it was and what it could be used for.