Stavanger Bay If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it.

Nerian's face softened into a welcoming smile when Thistle came over, the warmth from Thistle's casual touch drew a quiet inhale from Nerian. She reached over and gave Thistle a quick gentle lick behind her ear before she quickly turned to gaze to Jalooke.

Nerian's eyes widened, having been off on her own sulking while her heat passed she had missed a fair bit Attack?? She sputtered aghast at the thought of her first and probably only friend outside Ragnar and Thistle. Sad as that was since she neglected any kind of relationship with Jalooke.

Nerian tucked her toes into the ground and shook herself just slightly, regaining her composure and throwing up her neutral face expression, afraid to give hints of her emotions. this was probably due in part by her time in odin's cove when she was left behind. Emotions good or bad had earned her consequences the scars below her pelt were minute due to her own healing abilities. But they were there nonetheless the largest was the one behind her left shoulder blade thought flat enough not to ruin the contours of her pelt.

She pictured that night the night she left to find Ragnar, torn and bloodied attacked for the last time, she had escaped with the aid of another, only due to her passive aggressive actions did nothing else happen to her that night. Those memories haunted her as she looked at Jalooke hoping that her pregnancy was not from that 'attack'

Could someone enlighten me as to what happened? Nerian requested with what she hoped was a neutral voice