Stavanger Bay The love of a friend

As Thistle turned to leave Nerian reached out and brushed her muzzle against against Thistle's hip, licking her tail as Thistle moved away. Don't be mad, one day at a time...

Nerian stood then and moved back toward her den, the drying herbs needed to be tended the ones that could be salvaged anyway... she'd come back toward evening to finish watering the plants here. Right now she wanted to think, she needed time to process things, even though thinking about her feeling was something she had tried hard to avoid lately, maybe she needed to mediate and not think of anything for a while.