Stavanger Bay you always knew you'd be the one to work while they all play

Thistle herself had briefly wondered, why her husband hadn't stepped back up. She had not however, thought long or hard on it. Nor had she asked him about it. Because, it was a fleeting thought mostly. She knew he did his own thing, and he would step back up, when he was ready too. And not a minute before.

Charon, was now large enough that he too towered above Thistle, just as everyone always did. She was not a large wolf, and most were much larger than she. He was turning into a wolf to be proud of, and she gladly would claim him as her own, if he wanted it. Levi as well.

Thistle heard the quiet call, and pushed her head and body out of the den. She smiled at him softly, her sides round and large. Hello Charon. She nudged him gently, and licked his one ear. She did not know what kind of affection he would take, being a teenager now.