Stavanger Bay Wondering

Thistle Cloud walked slowly along the border lands. She stopped short when she saw a small female humming to herself. She approached a little slower, curious but wary. She smelled like Ragnar, but was she a new member or a captive? Thistle chuffed gently to let the girl know she was there, and she waited then sitting and curling her tail tightly around her paws.

Thistle did not know the inner turmoil that the girl had, but she did know that turmoil ate you apart. She wondered at the small lullaby the girl sung under her breath.