Stone Circle Teddy bear picnic

So sorry about the wait! ♥

Thistle offered a smile in response to Valette's words, though it was somewhat weak. Exciting was one word for this new venture of moving off on their own, and one that Thistle might have dived into headfirst--but, aside from the fear of the unknown welling within her heart, she was also unable to forget what they'd left behind. She was happy to let Evergreen respond as she shook off the memories of her mother's fond smile, her uncle's gruff farewell as they were sent off into the unknown. She glanced up when Evergreen was done speaking, giving a nod--she had heard that Easthollow was one of the more close-knit groups, and after meeting Valette and Greyback she felt more certain that they wouldn't feel out of place under their rule.

Her tail set to wagging when Greyback laughed, glancing toward her brother. It was more reassuring to hear than it probably should have been when the Alphas had been nothing but kind so far, but she still relaxed more at the large male's words. When he expounded on the pack philosophy, Thistle snapped to attention, looking at the two leaders with quick, darting glances as her tail moved even faster.

Working as one, valuing life experience no matter what rank a wolf was in the pack--that sounded fantastic to her. However, at the thought of being expected and encouraged to learn from those experiences, Thistle couldn't help but grin. She had never been great at sitting down for her mother's story-lessons as a pup, but whenever Oki had managed to drip some wisdom in her ears, Thistle had always immediately wanted to put it to use. Now that she was older, she enjoyed listening and learning much more--and she was certain her brother was of the same mind.

I don't think I've ever seen a bison before, Thistle mentioned, following Greyback's pointing nose with curious eyes. Of course, they were hidden out of sight from the borders, but she craned her neck as though that would help anyway. My uncle mostly taught me to hunt birds and small game. Uhm, our mother also showed us a bit about how to monitor where we lived and make sure we could predict dangerous events, like blizzards, or...if the next year's growth would encourage the prey to move elsewhere.

Oki had had names for her skills, but Evergreen had always listened more closely than she had. Thistle forgot herself for a moment and glanced to her brother, brow furrowing in thought. What did she call it, Lump?