Stavanger Bay Pop music 101

Thistle Cloud was trying to be good, and not enter the den without permission. She however threw caution to the wind when a pained whimper reach her ears. Like a shock to her system, her motherly instincts went into hyper drive and she went further into the den. She found the squalling child and gently sniffed at him, mindful to keep Julooke in her eyes view, in case her presence was not wanted.

Hearing and seeing now reproach she continued her approach and she gently licked at the child's sore paw. As instinct derived he was holding his paw away and up slightly. Licking it gently there was no open cut, and no blood, but it still hurt she was sure. Poor little guy. Hush little one. She spoke gently, continuously licking it, hoping to soothe.