(J) it has begun

Thistle felt that her questions were fair, she didn't really care if no one liked them. Not that anyone didn't, it was really just common sense. Why should her family give shelter to someone who was going to leave. To go away.

Thistle listened and the youth before her had a accent, but she wasn't sure where it was from. It sounded a bit like her husband's but it wasn't as pronounced and there was something else to it. She was puzzled and stood there for a moment with a furrow in her brow trying to figure it out.

Thistle heard her husbands name and she laughed. Well then Nazara I believe you've come to the right place. Your uncle is my husband and he will be pleased to meet you I am sure. Dagrun is your father? he was the only one that she could think of that was her husbands half sibling other than hati, but Hati was far too young ot have pups at least she was fairly certain she was.