my heart is caged

Thistle knew her children would leave her for her own adventures, but she hoped to not have it until her children were six months or older. If she had known that this was possibly the day her eldest son would ask permission, she may have fallen apart before coming, or at least steeled herself for the inevitable.

Thistle licked her son's face and gently nuzzled his head between his over large ears and his neck. Hello Ein. What are you doing? She then sat down near him and waited patiently and quietly for him to speak up.