Stavanger Bay We are tiny but mighty

Thistle had learned to be confident in her role as time had progressed. She also had learned exactly how to kill or be killed, especially since their livelihood as of late depended on that rule. She was not as gentle as she had been, nor as timid. And she knew how to hold her own, Ragnar had seen to that.

Thistle studied him as he spoke and she tilted ears further forward to gather his words to her. Her gaze was sharp and focused as she listened. Very well what can you offer our family? And can you hunt well? and can you recruit? They needed more gamekeepers, actually they needed more adults period. She feared that before too long, they may have to resort to taking slaves and captives just to survive.