Stavanger Bay I'll sing to the stars just for you

Thistle wasn't incredibly fond of silence. She tended to think too much and her thoughts too loud. They were crippling at the best of times, damn near impossible in silence. Thistle was glad to have a few left, those that were loyal and almost all of them sweet. She was growing tired of this constant up and down of the pack. It was straining and stress ful, and she just wanted to give up, but couldn't. Far too many relied on her.

Thistle smiled, I have already planned on moving Charon to beta, but there is no denying that a single alpha it is a hard thing to do. I however, do not know if I want to share the throne with anyone other than Ragnar. She frowned softly, sadly at the mention of her husband. How she missed him, it wasn't fair.