(J) it has begun

Thistle studied the youth in front of her and wondered at him. He was a broad boy buil like a large bruitish creature with black fur and strange markings, but Thistle supposed she shouldn't think much on his markings for both her sons bore interesting markings themselves. Thistle was not into the huge forms of submission and had the boy chosen to look up higher than her paws she would not have cared as long as it was not direct eye contact, but she was a different type of wolf, built more for healing and loving than domination.

Thistle listened and she frowned at his words. Why should we feed you and take care of you and ask you to take care of our family when you will be leaving in a few months anyway? Perhaps it would be easier to find your uncle than to settle for a home that you would not be entirely loyal too? Whose your uncle Nazara? Perhaps we can find him and that way perhaps you could have your own home immediately without having to only seek shelter for winter?. She had noticed him put emphasis on half uncle, but she didn't care for that. If there was blood shared he was your uncle, or your brother or what have you. It didn't matter if there was a different parent there, there was still blood of at least one of the same flowing through you.