Stavanger Bay Day's Dawn

Thistle rose with the sun and she stood outside watching it slide into place, the rays hitting her amber fur making it look golden and the white paw flashing it’s color for the world. She tilted her head and let the sun hit her blue eyes, making them look as if they were too iridescent pools of blue. She lifted muzzle to the sky and she sniffed, wondering what she could get into today. It was time to begin looking for herbs that much she was certain of, winter was coming fast and so was Nerian’s dratted heat season, so she needed ot be ready and may the gods give her strength to get through this, to share and to love. Because frankly her heart was torn and broken and she didn’t know how to handle it anymore. She put on a brave face, let everyone know she was fine, while deep inside she wasn’t and she never would be. She had been broken, Ragnar was right when he had told her he broke her, he had, but she was too stubborn and to loving to admit it. Didn’t want him to feel bad, not that he would the man didn’t seem to care who he hurt as long as he got what he wanted, and she knew that about him before she married him so it was to be expected. So she kept herself quiet as she watched the sun rise, tilting her head to watch closer.

She bent to the ground and rolled around on the ground, an itch she just had to scratch. Playful noises and growls came from her as she rolled around in the dirt like a puppy enjoying the day. She stood swiftly and shook the dirt from her pelt then sat quietly waiting for everyone else to wake up.