Stone Circle Sleep, pretty darlin’

Gunnar truly missed Thistle. He missed all hia family. He hadn't been close to all his siblings sadly, but the few he had been. He wondered where life had taken them.

Gunnar made a soft hmm noise. Her name was Thistle Cloud, though most everyone called her Thistle except my father who called her queen. She was this big.

He held out a paw. His mom had been tiny. How she had borne the sons she had he'd never know. She'd truly been something.

She was very kind and intelligent she could tell you about almost any plants.