Stone Circle Any way the wind blows

Witch had been far from kind to the woman who'd helped her and her family across the mountains. Refusing completely to be so much as close enough to feel her warmth, the cream bundle traveled completely under the grey belly of her mother. There was a time or two where shed slowed, earning an unintentional kick to her rump to speed her forward- never once did she want to walk anywhere else, nor would she think she was annoying her mother, and should she be moved Witch shied away, avoiding manhandling and keeping to the shade of Althaia. Something was wrong with her sister, but what it was she didn't know- or have the mental capacity to care other than a vague worry. 

Tired and stumbling along, but still unwilling to be carried, Witchhazel was glad when they came to a stop. Her mother howled, and with the meaning behind it unknown, the Convel-Quinzel girl was thrilled to loose her own highpitched howl: one that was more akin to a strangled wail than a real call. When a stranger came to them, however, Witchhazel soon learned that the sound brought others: and Witch didn't like others. What few steps shed taken from her motherwas swiftly backtracked, falling onto her butt and pinning her ears against Steadys words.