(J) it has begun

Thistle heard the howl come across the wind. It was a young howl, but a strong one. Realizing her husband was probably busy, she set off towards the sound. Coming to a stop in front of a hulking boy, with fresh face standing there. He reminded her of someone, but she could not decide who at the moment. He held himself with a begrudging noble stance, while trying to fade into the background, as if he was still learning exactly who he was and it was at war inside himself.

She tilted her head, he was about her own children's age, but he stood higher and wider than she, though who didn't really. She held herself upright though, her size was just that a size, it did not count for the heart or the fire that beat beneath her breast. Hello can I help you?

She then waited with astute eyes, and quite manner. Both relaxed and coiled ready for anything. While at the back of her mind, his looks nagged at her as if she should know who he was or at least who he belonged too.