Stavanger Bay The love of a friend

Nerian leaned her cheek into Thistles nudge and smiled softly, Female attention was something she understood, and appreciated. Having been surround by only females her whole life, this is until Ragnar, Nerian missed her sisters, missed the love that they shared and missed the company of sleeping together, Her den though proud she was of it was so very lonely.
Nerian was surprised by this realization, that the reason she was so hurt by the 'strange' animosity that hung between she and Thistle was not that Thistle wouldn't share Ragnar was that Thistle wasn't sharing herself.

Nerian's eyes flitted over Thistle's body as she looked at Thistle with new eyes, eyes that saw her as a 'sister' as a comrade as a companion. Companionship not sexually no that wasn't allowed but everything else....

Thistle began to speak and Nerian endeavoured to listen. Nerian murmured softly and dropped her head I'm sorry Thistle but, you are not selfish.. you can been nothing but selfless... Thistle Cloud was a wolf to aspire to, a wolf that would be a hard act to follow, her paws were to large to fill in her wake.

Thsitle continued to speak and Nerain froze, still as a statue her mouth parted, her eyes on Thistles chest until she had stopped speaking. Only then did Nerian lifted her gaze to Thistles open mouth her tongue peeking out over her teeth, as exhausted from speaking as Nerian herself got. Nerian swooned a little... Oh this day just keeps getting better Nerian muttered her tone bespoke of exasperation, not joy.

Nerian need a moment to herself, she picked up the conch shell and and moved to the water dipping it below the surface filling it. After which she returned and walked the dripping shell along the first row of plants, allowing time for water to run out and water the plants on both sides of the rows. Carefully setting the shell down in the row where she stood she turned and admired Thistle Cloud for a moment before she walked back over to Thistle and ran her body along Thistle's side. Nerian rested her muzzle below Thistles chin for a moment.

You will be welcomed into haven for your selfless deeds and I to hell for my selfish ones. Nerian lifted her head and licked Thistle cheek softly and tenderly, a kiss not submission, Can we take it Day by Day? Could we try our out relationship first before Ragnar bulldozes in. Or did you discuss this with him first?
Nerian didn't want to hide a relationship from Ragnar but she didn't want him eyeing their every move either. Plus she realized she might just love Thistle more, she just needed time to prove it.