Stavanger Bay Day's Dawn

Thistle snuffled the top of Gyda's head pulling gently on her ear and covering her face with licks. Good morning "litla prinsessan"

Thistle looked down and smiled, her daughter was already half her size as were her sons, they were going to be larger than her she'd wager, but well their father wasn't exactly small. She tilted her head and nuzzled her daughters downy shoulders happy to see her out and about and talking. But she did know that Gyda was a late riser, What woke you my child?

Thistle hummed softly in her chest as she waited patiently for her daughter to speak. She moved and the scabs across her shoulders pulled tightly and she wanted to growl in frustration, but she kept quiet instead.