Stone Circle this strange weather pattern inside me takes hold.

It warmed Valette's heart to have her daughter snuggle against her. Valette couldn't help but lick the snow away on top of her head. She would always have those motherly traits around her kids. She smiled at Clary to encourage her to talk. It wasn't needed. Clary already started to explain, or at least tried to. Valette was a bit worried at first when Clary said she felt funny. Poison? Sickness?

Perhaps she had been too quick to judge. As she listened she realized that it might be a feeling that her daughter couldn't pinpoint yet. "Of course," she spoke with a cheery tone. "I guess you miss them, huh?," she asked more carefully, she wanted to be understanding of what Clary was feeling. "We can go see them at their pack lands when it isn't snowing so badly. Would you like that?," she offered.