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

Thistle turned at the first gut wrenching sob and gathered the girl to her with her front paws and front legs and she shushed the girl speaking gently. Oh little Junior it's okay please don't cry. What's the matter? What can I do to make it better? Oh darling. Thistle rubbed her muzzle across the girls head and ears back and forth back and forth, occasionally licking the side of her face. Trying her hardest to quiet the girls obvious sorrow. She looked around hoping there were no predators around her e that would come upon them.

She spoke soothingly nonsense really different herbs and things to try and gather the small shield maiden in trainings attention and calm her down. Her mothering instincts driving her half mad, for the want to make her feel better.