Sea Lion Shores Gimme three steps

Thistle nodded her head in understanding, after all she had the best of both words. Forest on half of their territory and coast on the other. I am lucky enough where I live to have both. She grew quiet again and studied him, he seemed far to kind to be attacking wolves at night, but looks could be deceiving she supposed.

Thistle grew quiet, surely he couldn't be that gleeful of a midnight meeting right? Where he practically ripped her throat out and fed it to her. Thistle wanted to grow, instead she spoke softly She is alive not thanks to the white eyed wolf that attacked her. She tried to skirt around the issue, but frankly there was no other way to put it, there would be offense taken anyway she asked. So to rip of the bandaid so to speak, she just got it out quickly and waited for his answer.