the choice

Thistle knew that no matter the discomfort, her husband would continue to do his very best to make sure he got back to the way he was whether by adaption or some other way. She also knew that no matter how much he grumbled about it, he did like the fact that he had no eye, because now he was like Odin and he had more knowledge or would gain more. She shook her head gently.

Thistle growled playfully, his lust was never satiated not that she really wanted it to be. It made her smile to know that she held that much of his attention. She playfully batted at his larger paws, but eventually shifted and backed up a wolfish grin on her face. Sliding against him she turned and flicked him with her tail gently.