the destroyer of nations

Thistle Cloud

Will gladly delete if you want to recruit rather than just have a conversation.

Thistle finally she made it on weakened paws. Barely able to stand, she swayed with the breeze. She couldn't remember where Ragnar's new grave was, but she was certain she could at least die where she had reared her children. Though the grave would be more fitting, she felt. Since she had died the day he had. Something dark had taken hold of the tiny healer, and it had never released her

She could smell a border, but she couldn't force herself to move. Too Tired and too weak. So she simply sat for the time being. Hopefully she wouldn't get attacked, before she could gather her bearings and figure out where she was. Her mind had been a strong one, and even now the knoweledge of where she was going was there, but she couldn't make herself bring it to the surface. She needed a few moments.

Small paws took up little room, while tawny tail curled about her paws. She lifted her nose to sniff.