Stavanger Bay Killing me softly

Tveir's tail wagged until his pudgy body wriggled and he ghosted forward and patted at her paws. Thistle's laugh rang out when she watched happy with the day.

If thistle had known the younger girl in front of her thought her happiness or her delight was not genuine she imagine she would have been hurt. But she imagined in part it had to do wtih the fact that the conversation was on Nerian. Though she and Nerian were friends now, they hadn't been and she was happy with it.

Thistle chuckled healing is not for everyone. I suppose my own love of healing extends from my mother who was a great healer and midwife in her prime. She still is, but she does not practice it in a pack full term anymore.