Stone Circle Any way the wind blows

Well, if they were anything, they were loyal to their mum. Keeping her eyes on the children (even with a mild wrinkle in her nose - your mom trusts me, you little wigglers) Antigone almost didn't notice the approach of who she assumed Althaia had called for; she was used to a succession of wolves before the Moonsister even appeared in the distance, so a lone wolf emerging was a little jarring. Culture shock, and all.

As he spoke, Antigone shook her head quietly when the man's gaze fell on her. She wasn't there for whatever this was, just as extra help - she would've been glad to tell him this, too, but Althaia spoke, soft and in obvious submission, and Antigone closed her parted lips. So, this was an important man? Well, she wasn't the one shooting a pitch. Instead, the young witch stood tall as ever and let her eyes wander toward the squirms of the children, keeping a special eye on the little one with the sniffles. Poor kid.