Stavanger Bay Chasing the horizon

Thistle did not lessen her words or her tightly wound body. She may not be the worlds greatest fighter, but when it came to her children both blood and foster and step ,well she could do amazing things and she would. The other female may very well tear her apart, but she would get nothing from the fiery amber she wolf, nothing at all to where Tyrr was and she would fight until there was nothing left for her to do, but die. And she would be sure to take some of the female with her.

Thistle growled at the woman's hastly departed words. She would interfere if she had a mind too. She watched her leave and she herself turned to head back to the territory, irritated and anxious now for her step son. Granted, they did not get along the best, but he was still a part of her life. Her husband's son, therefore hers and she would respect that bond, and she would protect him if he needed it, not that he really did.