Moonlit Manners[joining thread]

Thistle was out for a jaunt, unbelievably restless in her irritation and angst. Thistle was walking and listening and learning, and watching. Her mind was at ease the most when she was busy, and she needed to find some new herbs for her stock, especially if Nerian was planning on having pups and since Julooke was probably already pregnant. She needed Ginger and Raspberries....she needed them yesterday.

She continued on sniffing and snuffling and she came upon a strange scent another wolf and with hackles raised she followed it, they were awful close to their borders, though at least this one was not across them. She growled softly and then with a small chuff let the other wolf know she was there and then she stood her body tightly coiled and her blue eyes studying whomever it was that would unfold from the foot of the trees and its roots.