Stavanger Bay Ever Consuming Fire

Thistle woke after Ragnar did and padded after he left the den. She had her own agenda today, she was going to do some hunting. She was not a hunter in the least, but the empty caches were making her nervous. Not to say that there were many that were empty, she was just probably worrying for nothing, but with babes coming within days and with Nerian possibly getting pregnant, her instincts were in hyper drive, hunt hunt and more hunting. She stepped into the grassy meadow, just as the animals were beginning to waken.

With a small smile she bent her body forward her body low to the ground and she wagged her tail once and then she stood still for a moment. Seeing a flurry of movement, she burst forward from her hiding place and snapped up the rabbit with a quick jab of her jaws. Crunching it's jugular it hung from her maw, fat and juicy as it was getting ready for winter too. She watched for more movements, getting into position once more and she waited quietly for the next poor creature to cross her path, today...today she was out for blood, she was taking care of her family.