Stone Circle Any way the wind blows

If you had told Antigone Demos that she would be quietly herding little pups this way and that after their mother (though they were some pretty well-behaved little beans, she had to say), she would have laughed in your face. She didn't, though, favoring small comments on their surroundings and keeping her golden gaze on the tiny roly poly kids as she followed their mother, leading her way to wherever she needed to go. Stone Circle sounded impending, and cool, and Antigone had nothing else to do before the sunset, so why not, right?

Nudging her nose at the pudgy butt of whoever lingered behind or toddled to far to the left or right, the young witch rolled to a quiet stop at Althaia's shoulder, returning her smile with a soft lilt of her dark lips. The sky had been grey and heavy for quite some time, and she and the busy mother both were glittering with rainwater and muddy paws - it had been a nice refresher, though now she loathed the walk back in the coming rain. As Althaia's summons rang out, the vamp at her side let her gaze drift over the children, watching them with tail lightly wagging, with her eye glancing for wherever their supposed company would appear from. Exciting, all this suspense!