Moonspear Once upon a time

Thistle did not know how it had happened or why, but she had heard that all of her latest brood were here. The youngest and only of Ragnar's. She could not believe it, and while she knew that few of them may hate her, or worse feel she failed them. SHe could not also not stop her heart from dancing with joy that they were there. She had not seen them there, just caught their scents on the by and by. Though they were different mixed with somethings that were different, she recognized them. What sort of mother would she be if she didn't at least recognize their scents. Yes she had not been the best, she was possibly the worst, but she still loved them so much it hurt. All her children those adopted and those birthed.

It was with these churning thoughts that she went trough the pack lands. These thoughts that she forced her paws to move, the depression to hide. She was still sad, so very sad. However, here in her own solace she was healing. There was still hurt where her heart was, still a tender part that had been ripped asunder by death's and disappearances, and also betrayals even if they were meant with care. However, she fought to tamper that down.