Stavanger Bay things are changing

here you go i'll put this one private until everything gets worked out between leaders with blue and fox and thistle

Thistle woke up and figuring she knew where @Ragnar was she moved to stand and swiftly leave the den they shared, soon to have more bodies involved. Realizing she would not be able to be in the same den as the two of them for the first few days, because she had no doubt Nerian would accept. She dug away at the floor and sides moving her herbs and whatnot to the outside and her shells. She looked at the bones Ragnar made her she let them alone for now not sure if she wanted them just for her or to share. She knew without a doubt she would not be able to smell the sex on them at first it would kill her In the most awful ways. She began the search for a place all her own, not permanent mind you but a place just for hers where she didn't have to see the two of them all over each other and looking coy and she already figured she was second best refusing stubbonly to see that she wasn't, so why not let them have each other for now. She would not no she could not stay away always just perhaps a few days while the honeymoon phase wore off.

Her muzzle quivered and her whiskers moved with slight breeze as she looked around, besides that her and her children would have to leave anyway when Nerian had her own pups for that would be far too many wolves in one den. So she continued to search for a place for her the sadness and unfairness of it all weighing her down but she refused to fight about it anymore. He could have them both and she would settle for second best as she had told him. Blue eyes slanted and then she yelped as she went head over tail down into a small valley.

Grunting to herself as she stood a smile broke out on her face, she had stumbled on a mini paradise, between two rises a meadow flowed and a small water rocky creek flowed naturally down the side all types of flowers she was even pretty sure there were some marigolds and blue bells. As she studied the gentle landscape painted in a kaleidoscope of colors, to make your eyes sore. There was a small off cropping of trees offsetting the view and beneath it's boughs was a perfect place to lay ones' head on a lazy day. The meadow seemed to go on forever with all the flowers and this was a paradise for Thistle and for a moment she wanted to leap and frolic and run, but she had a job to do, no matter how much it hurt. She strode forward a ways to gently lap at the water and then returned to the smaller valley between two hills, here there was a small break from the breeze and the weather it made a natural wind break and for this she smiled. Thistle thought for sure that she could do so much with this little space, even if it was just a temporary home, or even just a cache for her herbs and remedies. She could line it with pretty things, and keep everything so nice. Perhaps she could even plant a lilac that she saw near at hte entrance so she could smell the flowers every day. She took a deep breath and smiled to herself.

This place made her heart hurt a little less and with renewed vigor she turned and began to dig. Dirt flew behind her as she dug in and down excited and renewed. She twitched her small nose as she dug, smelling nothing but fresh dirt and smelling no one and hearing no one so caught up in her own little digging that she did not realize the world was still going on around her.