The Sentinels Gift Of Love

   "Cas! Cas-teal!"

Witch's soft call rang through the sunset sky, excited as she wiggled from head to tail and bounded through a patch of dying ferns in the direction of her earth-toned guardians den. In her gentle jaws was clamped a pink, shining seashell, another beautiful thing she so loved about the sea and her endless gifts.

Her den.... Their den. 

At nine and a half weeks, the ingelligent little girl could understand more than even when she'd been kidnapped. There were a lot of changes going on with her, changes she wasn't sure about and some she didn't even know -- like the greenish tones to her left eye and the lightening of her right; even the slight paling and or brightening of her entire coat  -- but was very glad @Castiel was the one beside her through it all. She missed Althaia dearly -- nightmares sometimes brought her writhing in her sleep, crying out, but each time she opened her eyes to be tangled in the legs of her savior, her heart calmed -- and would never forget the family she knew, but she'd moved on. Her age was likely to have played a help in that, and even though the trauma was enough to shape her, it hadn't effected her all too much in the long run. The pale little flower was still reserved and quiet, perhaps a little resentful, but she was happy enough here in Donneliath that there was no need to complain. 

After all, Keoni and Nikai had each other, right? Steady and the other wolves would take care of them.... Even if she wanted to go back, she only knew it was on the other side of a mountain span. In her frantic run, she hadn't been able to pay attention to where she'd run or even in a direction, and couldn't figure out which mountain span was the one behind which her siblings resided. 

Chirping out joyously through her shell, Witchhazel poked her head into the den -- where was Cas?