my lungs will fill and then deflate

Thistle had not found a wolf, other than Nerian that she couldn't get along with. Even in the end she and Nerian had been close friends. She had been jealous and there had been still dark thoughts, every now and again. But they had remained friends, until she had left them too. Thistle worried about her a bit, though to her dismay. She did not worry as much as she should have.

Thistle listened quietly and chuckled, the only time I traveled was to come here. And I have not traveled since. I have found I am a home body at heart, though if Ragnar were to leave. I'd follow. Did you like traveling? What made you decide to stop?