Stavanger Bay just dead air

Thistle could certainly understand those who didn't speak. Gunnar, Gyda and Mercury's father was after all a mute. She had wondered if either of her babies would be born that way, but they hadn't been. For that she counted her lucky stars. To say she worried for Levi would be an understatement. He was a quiet boy, only spending time with his brother. It was a shame that she hadn't been able to devote more time to them. It really was.

Thistle came back to the den with something for the babes to nibble on. And it was with quiet surprise she came across Levi in all his puppy glory sitting outside. He seemed to be waiting on someone, but who she wondered. Having not spent much time with her, she thought perhaps he was waiting for Charon. Perhaps Charon was off with Gunnar as he usually was as of late. She nudged the child gently, Hello Levi. She did not expect an answer in return, but she still offered one none the less.