the eye of odin

Thistle gently brushed her muzzle across his head. Afraid to startle him, but wanting to give him some more comfort. So that he knew for certain she was there for good reason.

Thistle smiled and lowering herself even further. Soon enough she was laying sphinx like on the den floor. A little closer to his level. She shifted her paw and cooed back at him. He was a curious fellow and she liked that. Both her boys had been extremely curious as well. Hello Little fellow. she half whispered at him.