The Sentinels the witch's garden

the little witch was distracted as her sister kissed her downy head, and looked up to her with her still-blue eyes that only, at this point, had shards of green in them. yes, she responded with a gay little smile, i do! and really she did. deirdre loved outside, and would bloom here as the flowers would. when her sister lifted her paw at last, deirdre moved to investigate what had rest between the crevices of it. oooh, what is? she looked to her resting mother, and then to her big sister, and sniffed at it. a sharp, crisp, interesting scent. not appetizing, though, as food was. again she looked to her sister, and her tail waved as she understood that she was being invited to join her sister.

a gar-den? huh??? moon-eyed, she looked to eilidh, her movements not at all unlike someone who had to release their bladder; she circled her sisters forelegs after that, a shark that hungered for the bloody meat of her sisters knowledge. deirdre bounced lightly on her paws, and nodded quickly. she did not need to be asked twice: i help you!

it was then the wolf that once, long ago, deirdre had presumed to be her big sister. her vision had not been as clear as it was here and now, but when she saw aria approaching, head low, deirdre stopped moving altogether. ee..... her heart moved to the cadence of a hummingbirds wings as she tried to digest this, looking up and seeing the wolf above her. eilidh. her confusion manifested itself into a comically adorable expression upon her countenance, her head a pendulum as it tilted left and then smoothly transitioned to lean right. the time they had met was ages ago, to one who experienced time like deirdre, but even still the cub assumed it had been eilidh she had been with that day. she was clearly mindblown that two wolves could bear any resemblance to one another; both wolves were lovely, after all, and the differences between the two were nigh unnoticeable to one at her age.

she crept backward beneath her sisters tall legs, ears melting upon her head. she felt only a bit more confident here, and so did not wilt when aria's gaze fell to her; deirdre stared in wonderment back, unaware that she, too, was pale of fur. it seemed an impossibility; nevermind that her father was as dark as her mother, they were easy for one who had known them so long to differentiate.