Moonlit Manners[joining thread]

Thistle felt the others paw strike true and she stumbled and fell, but at least she had done her part the rest was on her husband. She did not mind him not stopping the other wolf needed stopped even if if she was merely bad mannered to run during a conversation. Granted Thistle would have done the same had the situation been reversed and she was told she were now a slave. She didn't spare the fall much thought these things happened. She got to her feet as quickly as she could.

Thistle trotted towards them both sliding past her husband and around to the femmes other side and stood guard again determined to not let her run this time. She held herself taut though the skin beneath her one side burned from her slide you couldn't see it and wouldn't know it was there less she told you. if I were you I'd do what my husband said I'm no longer in a welcoming mood she let loose a low growl baring her teeth at the wolf named Nightshade