Moonlit Manners[joining thread]

Thistle had not noticed her husband following her, not really thinking of trouble inside the borders, but rather outside. She would have probably let him know she didn't like it, though in a way it brought her comfort. Though she knew she could take care of herself fairly well and she was learning more each day as she worked to strive to be better, more versatile she supposed was the term.

She stared at the girl a growl still in her throat. Far too much of late they heard the tell tale apology of being near or past the borders and it needed to stop, there were children growing here, more to come and she would not have it. Baring teeth in a silent snarl, at the girls answer to lay black lips down again she waited.

Her husband brushed her side though quickly and she turned head sideways to let blue eyes trace his form to find where he was going and what he was doing. Putting himself between her and whatever was before her a habit he seemed to have. Thistle tightened her stance and stayed still staring and studying. What would this girl say to that? would she answer or would she run, and did Thistle want to chase.