Stavanger Bay All is well as the world turns

Thistle woke up to a new day at dawn. She yawned softly and lifting her petite self she slowly legged it from den. She stretched and rolled around for a moment scratching her back. She got a little wet in the process thanks to the frost on the ground, and it was cold. However, she figured she would get warm enough when she started walking around the territory.

Shifting her little bit of self she started at a brisk lope around the area. She then increased her movements until she was almost to the borders. It was good to stretch your legs and traverse the borders. Her husband bless him, was already probably out and about doing that. Or he might be hunting. She was becoming a little more hopeful as time sped on, because they were filling their ranks with others. More wolves were coming to spend their lives here and she was both glad for it and a little worried. She did not wish to bring in others that could potentially harm her family, but they needed warm bodies.