Stavanger Bay Here I stand wearing my heart on my sleeve

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Thistle had thought he was her children, so she was a bit disappointed when it turned out to be someone else, not that she minded company. That wasn’t it at all. Thistle wagged her tail in return, this wolf was a pack mate and therefore a family member and potential friend.

Thistle threw her head back and laughed at his mistake, a belly deep laugh. One of the likes she had not had for some time. Oh goodness, I’m sorry I’ve been tense lately and you just made me laugh, thank you. And my names Thistle Cloud I am Ragnar’s wife, one of them at least. It is a pleasure to meet you Atreyu, welcome home. She offered him a small smile then and chuckled again. She sat then to her haunches, perfectly happy with passing some time with the youth that stood before her, though she wanted to clean his fur and smooth it down, her mothering instincts threatening to overtake her. Do you like it here so far?