Very rarely Castiel left the packlands. Donnelaith was still not his home - he was no more endeared to the trees than anything, and yet, he had pledged himself all the same. He felt bad about it too, because it wasn't as if the snowy leader didn't try to win his affections and endear him to the packlands but it did not work. He was outside of the borders searching for a sign of Winchester when he heard the shout of a young child. He went for the child, looking for her and eventually finding a little puppy; younger even than the one the wolf who had come to the borders was looking for he would guess. 

Castiel approached slowly, the rabbit he'd caught during his brief trek swinging from his jaws until he let it fall down to the earth unceremoniously. "Are you okay?" Castiel leaned down in order for him to be less imposing - hoping that perhaps his gravely voice and his massive frame might be less terrifying if he made himself smaller and more approachable. "Are you hungry?" He asked before he ripped into the rabbit, pulling a small bit of meat off it's flank for her. 

Castiel waited for a moment, not moving as to not alarm the small puppy. She seemed skittish and he wondered just how long she had been out there on her own. With a small sigh he settled down on his side, pulling more pieces of the rabbit off to offer to her as she chewed what he had already given. "Cherub," He murmured softly, crooning voice a gentler tone than he typically offered. It wasn't that he disliked children - he just didn't know what exactly to do with them. 

"I will keep you safe." Safe, a concept she'd probably never had to worry about. This was something that Castiel to offer because he was strong, he was virtuous. He didn't know the scents on her coat enough but perhaps one of his pack might. Once the girl had calmed and perhaps rested some Castiel might take her back to Donnelaith or call for a packmate. He wouldn't rush it either way though. 

Food was an excellent motivator. Before long the small waif had found herself much closer, still quite cautious and it made Castiel wonder what she had been through. The large male leaned down as she pressed against him, gently nuzzling against her. "Witchhazel," He murmured softly, sweetly even. Castiel took a small step away from her only to lay himself down, inviting the little girl to curl against him if she pleased. "Sweet girl," Castiel murmured as softly as he could, trying to giving her as kind a smile as he could. 

He wondered for a moment where her family was, he didn't know the scent of the pack on her coats or anything of the wolves she'd been near. He wondered if perhaps she'd been separated from an injured mother. "I'll keep you safe, Witchhazel." He promised again - his heart went out for a child without a mother, his thoughts instantly to his own mother. 

The tiny little lick surprised him, so gentle and tiny was she that it caused in the large male a small smile. She seemed trusting enough that it seemed unlikely she'd been alone too long. That was probably good for her, it meant she hadn't had a chance to be too injured in her time. "Little sweet thing," Castiel crooned, leaning down to nudge her gently before he bathed the blood from her feeding from her. "You shouldn't stay alone." He said, as if she would understand such a concept as alone - a life alone was terrible, after all. 

"You would be safe with the forest." He hummed out, feeling settled with the idea. "Shall we go back home?" He wondered aloud, waiting to see if the child understood much of what he said or just offered her little babbles. Children all aged differently, after all, and it was no doubt hard to manage words properly at such a tender age. 

"Shhhh," He murmured softly, nuzzling against her as she started to cry. He wasn't sure just what he'd said to upset her, clearly something in her life had been tragic. He murmured against her skin, nosing at her little scruff tenderly. "You are safe. I promise." Castiel said quietly. He didn't move until she had composed herself somewhat, still holding her tight against his chest to soothe her. "Witchhazel, little cherub, you are safe." 

Castiel had no way to know the thoughts going on in her head. Of his talents he did not possess mind reading and so he watched and watched the little girl as she started to fall asleep. With a small smile he laid his head over his own limbs, curled protectively around her. With a beast as large as he was he felt certain that no one would make any moves against her or him. 

Once she had gotten some rest he would take her back to Donnelaith and he would deal with the repercussions - although he doubted that their would be any.