the choice

Thistle snorted in displeasure, and frankly if she could she would probably spit fire. Oh it was easy was it, Easy he says. She growled softly, but there was no umph behind it, it was merely a growl to show her displeasure with the cavlier attitude he had. one of these days Ragnar I tell you. She sighed then and shook her head at him.

Thistle softened somewhat at his words, but still gave him the stink eye. you are a fool man. Gods above. She shook her head and stared at him, clearly uncertain. She had more to say, but she debated whether or not it would even be worth it to say, or if she should just drop it. After all he was fine, standing before her, for the most part a picture of health. His eye even looked okay, it wasn't green and festering so that was a plus was it not. She sighed and leaned into his neck and swiped muzzle across his neck and shoulders and tugging gently at his ear, and she whispered You would not know what to do with me if i did not worry or fight with you. I think you would get bored. Then she backed up a little bit and gave him a wolfish smile. Well spit it out, something has you in a good mood so spill. Then she waited with azure eyes studying and ears perked forward to listen.