the choice

Thistle shook her head at his words a small smile on her face. She had started out angry at him, but par usual he managed to alleviate her anger. He was good at that, and she didn’t even think he knew it. She studied him as he looked beyond her, she knew he was working extra hard to learn to see just as he had done, but he wouldn’t. You know dear heart you will never be able to see as good as you once have. And if you continue to try and see that well, rather than how well with one eye you will strain the one you do have. She licked his muzzle gently, not wanting to upset him but also wanting him to know.

Thistle listened and she shifted. A couple days, what happens if there is an emergency and we need them immediately? Is it so prudent to have an ally so far away? Not to discourage just pointing out. She stopped to think about his answers, turning them over in her minds eye, trying to cover all her bases just to be safe. yes that is a good question to ask. Friendship is always good.

Thistle didn’t say anything as he spoke, but she did tuck her head under his chin gently. We are too diverse yes. But it may be good for the bay and we may benefit from it, and that way too if a child should become missing as his Junior and our missing numbers two packs would be looking. She nodded her head That would work. If you feel it is the right thing, then yes we should do it.