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Thistle saw the other female trying to get away from her, and with grim determination she increased her own step. She would let the girl go unharried after she spoke with her for a time. She was not a total witchy wolf. She did try and be kind to strangers, the other was just to close to her borders for comfort. Especially with Ragnar off on a quest, and winter fast approaching and all the recent trespassers they had had.

Upon approaching her before speaking she took a moment to catch the little breath she wasted and study the other. This wolf was largely black, but the most curious was a white patch on her chest. It was interesting to the sandy she wolf, it added character to a normal blank slate of wolf. She was small much like Thistle herself was, she was finding that to be the norm. For a brief moment Thistle was exceptionally glad her husband was not here. She did not have to see him studying the other female with pleasure. Her husband enjoyed the feminine form a little to much for the she wolf's liking.

Thistle perked her down ears tipped in chocolate forward and listened to the other speak. She was not being rude, actually rather mannerly and kind. Thistle softened a bit, she did not wish the girl ill, and she often traveled by the coast herself. The coast is a good way to travel. Do you have a destination in mind? She would offer more after she got to know of the femme a bit before her, for now her curiosity could not be sated.