Moonlit Manners[joining thread]

They made it to their home lands and Thistle brushed past her husband giving him a small nudge and lick on his shoulder before she continued past. This was his game now, the ball was firmly in his court though she did say. If she requires my attention later just howl for me. She almost added dearheart to the end, but realized that she probably shouldn't at the moment merely left in a whirlwind of fur and dirt, happy to trot home and get some much needed rest.