raise me from perdition

Thistle continued to stare at him, not even sure what she should say. She tilted her head as he repeated himself. Thats what I thought you said. She grew quiet again and shifted trying to gather her thoughts, but it was like water through her paws, she couldn't hold on to any thoughts or ideas. Rather than fight with her husband Thistle stood swiftly and strode forward to lick his muzzle and nuzzle his neck. She spoke softly into his neck from where she stood. Are you sure you are okay with that Ragnar? This is your baby and wouldn't it make more sense for me to step down, as I have not been leading as long?

She didn't move as he continued to speak but rather sat down and listened. I could do those things as could Gunnar you know? Even Gyda though I don't know if she would come back....Thistle frowned in thought. She did not plan to allow him to do this for long, but if it was what he wanted why stand in his way. She was trying to be more understanding and not fight as much. Oh there would always be arguments, but she was learning to pick her battles or trying too. She was tired of fighting with him, for she strongly thought it was tiresome it was at least on her end.