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Thistle was walking along the borders, her gaze on the shore line and what was beyond. Changes were coming and some she was irritated wtih and others she could handle. Their numbers were dwindling more of her pups were scarce Was she just to never fully have those she loved around her. Was she to lose them all. Was this some sort of curse from the gods for something? For what? What had she done that had angered them so? perhaps it was because she was an outsider? Maybe it was because she hadn't fully allowed them into her heart, she thought she had, but maybe she hadn't just maybe.

A new scent caught her attention on the wind and she lifted her nose sniffing quietly. She followed it to see a young fellow staring off into space, motionless and still. He hadn't crossed the borders, he was simply waiting for something or perhaps someone, but who? She chuffed gently trying to gather his attention.