Stone Circle Any way the wind blows

Witch wasn't quite fearful of the dark man, but she was more cautious than any experience had given. It was short lived, however, as her mother touched her fondly and evaporated all doubt. Keoni went forward to the stranger, much to Witchhazel's chagrin. Whimpering softly, she took a step towards her grey sister, snuffling violently in the East Hollow alpha's direction. Her sight was not the best yet, but good enough to focus on his lowered face and coo softly in mimicry of her sister. The cream girl did not come as close as Keoni, staying within reach of her birth giver, but her pale blue eyes wandered to the blurr of landscape behind him. What was over there? Was that where they were going?

Noises were made, and emotions were expressed, but Witchhazel understood none of it. She only knew to stand tall and proud beside her brother as Althaia gathered them. At her nudge, Witch cooed again - this one much more warm and loving than the one Steady had recieved.