[j] Prayers Answered

The winter had been dark and dreary as of late. Though Thistle was not sure if it were the actual weather or if the issues that hung over their home was part of it. Perhaps it was just metaphorical to her the darkness, she wasn't sure. The world looked bleak, because they were having bleak moments.

The sea was something that Thistle took hope in. Though she loved the forest and the meadows, the sea was neverending, never changing. It gave her hope that the pack would persevere, it would one day become never changing. They simply needed more bodies, more help. They had an influx of new wolves that last few days and this filled her with even more hope.

Today she was traversing the borders. Intent to make herself known to any trespassers, reinforce their borders. Let all who came near know that they maybe small, but they were still there. Still surviving and still persevering and would continue to do so for as long as they could. It was just happen chance that she came across another tawny youth and she chuffed gently to let them know she was near and then she waited.