Blackfeather Woods Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Witch truly was one not to worry about- as if she knew the seriousness of this moment- as the child had grown and learned, she realized the best way to do things was in silence. It drew less attention, bought her tim when she wanted to wander. Thankfully, so far, the little glen had been enough for Hazel to explore and the little cream and red girl was happy to stay close to her family. 

Today, something was different. It was rare for Althaia to wake them, and so far itd always been on accident. Today though, their grey mother brushed over them with care, and actually ushered them forward. None of the babies understood her words, but the youngest at least knew the seriousness if right now. Stumbling to her sleep-heavy paws and plodding forward before her mother, Witchhazel was easy to obey and explore further than she ever had. Every few steps,  she would stop and turn her pale blue eyes up at her mother just to check everything was okay, and then go back to keeping next to her sister.