Stone Circle Rise With The Sun

Witch stretches out to sniff towards him, but she still refuses to get any closer. When he bows again, the creamy pup looks over her shoulder to her mother, again - if she still seems to be okay with this, maybe the flower woud dare to come a little closer. To see her sit back and smile, well, it was enough to bring a smile to Witchhazel's own tiny, pudgy face. Cooing softly to her guardian, the russet sided girl turns and takes a much more confident couple of steps closer: close enough that when she stretches out, their noses touch and a grin lights up her face.