Stavanger Bay Sing me a siren song

Thistle did not pay much mind to the surrounding area. Lost in her own thoughts a deep swirling abyss of troubles and emotions and thoughts all mixed up in the chaos of her mind. She walked along the borders and inside the territory her small paws taking up little room and leaving wet footprints in the grass. The fog made it hard to see the surrounding area, but she kept going, occasionally sniffing just to be sure she did not wander away from the borders. She did not feel up for adventure today, she actually felt a little ill. A change of the season cold, perhaps. She would go to the medicinal cache and take some of her own herbs when she was done walking.

Thistle shifted and jumped slightly at her husband's voice, not realizing he was near her, so far lost in her own thoughts. She gave him a small smile, Hello dearheart. She breathed out gently, she nuzzled the fur of his shoulder and licked the side of his muzzle. Keeping us all safe i see. The fog was lifting as was the uncomfortable dampness of her fur. She shook her fur, droplets of dewy crystals falling to the earth in a shower of water glass. The light would occasionally hit them as they fell, making a prism of colors that struck her as awe inspiring as they hit the ground and shattered.