Silver Creek the endless pull

She was settling slowly, still moving like she didn't belong - the normal confidence, the calm composure, it was away from Rowan. Still she doubted how long this home would last - Donnelaith had long since vanished from her coat. The Creek was now firmly settled there. The witch lifted herself out of the makeshift den she'd selected, slowly combing the packlands. She didn't know anyone other than Casmir, Laika, and Spring, and the latter of the three she barely knew. She bit her lip, brows knitting as she felt a twinge from the puppies. They grew stronger day by day.