Stavanger Bay Sing me a siren song

Thistle shook her head and play growled at her husband as she stood and slid beside him. Rubbing her face gently across his shoulder you are far too serious dearheart I was merely teasing. she licked the side of his jaw and slid against him again only to pass by him and sit back down looking at him. you are confident Ragnar I do not question that. Thistle chuckled at him and shook her downy head. Well I guess it is true that news travels. Welcome to infamy dearheart.

Thistle frowned I would tell you to take one of the boys, but they are far too young to be going towards what could be a fight. Now if they were 6 months perhaps. she grew quiet in thought. Merely listening and studying her husband. Thistle dipped her muzzle, unsure what to say. He trusted her, and she would do her best. I'll do my best Ragnar. Just...come back to us.