Stavanger Bay Killing me softly

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Thistle studied the girl in front of her, she was young, perhaps to young to be thinking fully on what she wanted or needed to do for her pack. Thistle spoke softly That is fine you enjoy your youth for you are only ever young once, there is time to learn and time to decide.

Thistle followed her gaze up to the sky and realized that it was later than she had thought. Thistle chuckled and nodded Very well and Please Chrysanthemum come and visit us anytime we would love to have you. And it was the truth, she could play with the children to her heart’s extent, as long as she meant them no harm, and she felt no ill content within the girl.