Stavanger Bay Killing me softly

I guess i'll set this before the thread with the cougar since it's not finished yet.

Thistle walked softly across the ground, her argument with Nerian still in the back of her mind. Granted yes they had fixed everything that was wrong, but now she couldn't get the fact that she felt hated and selfish just from a few words. She needed to speak with Nerian soon, but first she needed to work the circles from her mind that went round and round and round. She had not spoken to really anyone recently other than Surra preferring her own company than that of those she called family. She did not think anyone would really mind.

Soft paws left tiny footfalls as she followed behind Tveir and his antics. He was fine she could see him he played in the clearing while she walked, they had a morning jaunt by the beach and now she was fairly certain he would nap with the others, who were off on adventures of their own with respective members of the pack. She tilted her head tawny ears dipped in dark chocolate as she listened to the wind that sung among the treetops and danced on the breeze. She smiled to herself though she was conflicted hse was happy she had made a new friend, she hoped would be a good one in the slave maiden, but first her husband needed to set her free he needed ot rectify that immediately it wasn't fair.

As azure blue eyes looked to the sky as she continued her slow ramble towards the den site and her precious gifts.