Ravensblood Forest sea legs

No matter how many times Thistle visited the forest, its inhabitants and its secrets always left her breathless. It was a thing of beauty and she loved it. In the quiet she walked, her blue eyes gazing towards the heavens, catching glimpses of the wildlife that scurried through the trees. There were a cacophony of calls from those that dwelled therein and a small smile graced her lips.

Thistle froze when another voice reached her ears and she tilted her head to the side, blue eyes alighting on the wolf that called out to her. He was a muscle bound wolf with brown fur and black guard hairs. All of this she noticed with a glimpse, but it was the language that rolled off his tongue that she didn't understand. She stood still for a moment unsure whether or not to answer him in english or norse, perhaps it was a form of Norse that she didn't know. Realizing most knew the common tongue, she began there.

Canting her head to the side, she offered a small smile, hoping if he didn't understand at least he would know she was friendly. Hello I'm sorry I don't understand you sir. I'm Thistle Cloud. She grew quiet and waited then for him to answer her or not.