Stavanger Bay a burning flame

Thistle woke and strode from the den, content with just a walk today. She was restless again and the heart that beat within her breast still adjusting, but she was happy for the most part .Though she was fast trying to figure out what to do with herself, now that their children were aging at a fast rate. Soon they would not need her anymore, and she would have to reaffirm a purpose to herself.

Thistle found herself traversing the beach land, the salty sea blowing it’s spray into her face and the gritty sand sinking beneath her paws. She would paw ever so often to sniff at the ground, finding the small sea creatures that came and went with the tide intriguing, she also was looking for shells of pretty designs with no living things to take to her children, spoil them with baubles. Her footfalls did not leave large marks as she was tiny and it showed, but she did not let it bother her so much, for the sea was vast and everyone was tiny to it.