Stavanger Bay More Dread (I.C. Joining)

Thistle stared at her husband and sighed, she had asked him for permission had she not. What else did he want from her? He could have told her no, and she might have listened. Mind you might have being the key word in her repertoire there. She tried to mind him she did, but she just felt some of his decisions needed overrode. This male was obviously a big fella, if he healed correctly he could be an asset, and she did not feel that she should not help those who would be hurt. However, that did not mean her pack did not come first. If it came down to the wire, and it was this male or her pack, she would choose her family paws down.

Thistle licked the side of her husband's muzzle and then walked away with the limping behemoth trailing behind her. She dug into a cache of medicinal herbs as the traveled. She grasped one jopi week, one small aloe plant and some seaweed. She motioned the male Mordred to Bandingjar Halda, the capitives hold in common tongue, knowing no where else to put him. She then waited for him to lay down before she would begin to clean the numerous wounds and use what she could to clean and soothe.