my lungs will fill and then deflate

Thistle often found others to be three times her size. It was usual, and she did not let it bother her anymore. It had made her a little scared once upon a time, now though she knew that size didn't matter and she could take even the big ones down, with sheer determination.

Thistle was grateful for his noises of interest as well as comfort. However, she had learned she was much stronger than she seemed. Though she missed her children, it was not anything that she couldn't handle.

Thistle snorted at his comment of being as nice as she was, Gunnar perhaps, Ragnar no. They were so different it was rather scary.

Though I love my husband Aesop. It would do you well to not assume he is as kind as me, for he isn't. My husband is a viking, a savage and feral man. He is a good man in his own right, but he also is a no nonsense man. He has manners and the like, and he is not outright rude, but he has a firmer backbone than me. Forgives less than I do. She grew quiet, she hoped he didn't think badly of Ragnar.

It wasn't that Ragnar was not a good wolf, or a smart wolf, or a kind wolf. It was just he was ambitious, and serious and savage, and it was smart not to assume anything about him. You never knew what he was going to do.

She nodded her head There are many, but I don't know them. Gunnar and Ragnar would be the best to ask. I do know that we plan to have an alliance with Redhawk Caldera, we just have ot get a message answering their request.