The Sentinels leda & the swan

It'd been nine whole days since Cas had brought her to the shoreside pack. Witchhazel's grief hadn't abated, wishing every moment to see her mother again, or her siblings. The longing was palpable, but she refused to stay put in any one place. Cas was the only one the creamy pup had met so far let alone talked to, and either she found caches of food or it was given to her. The abrupt weaning was rough on her belly, but the taste of meat was even better than the milk Althaia had produced. 

Today, she was doing her best to sniff out some form of fresh food. As the pudgy little flower slunk through the trees, she caught sight of Deirdre -- for a moment, the snowy frame spooked her, the paleness reminding her of her mother right away -- and froze in her tracks. Her sad, blurry sapphire eyes couldn't quite make out details, but she knew for a fact this was not her mother. 

Sniffling softly to take in the scent of the woman, Witch took a tentative step forward. Cas had told her she was safe here, in these woods, but it was still a worry of hers to lose her head. There was nothing promising each wolf's behavior, right? 

Assuming its okay to jump in this, correct me if I'm wrong! :3 Since I'm not sure who she's ben staying with or who she knows I'll just assume she floats around for now.