The Sentinels dusk, dark, and dawn in the age of gods

*Sneaks Witch in* :3

Each day that the girl grew stronger, bigger, the days got more harsh. The snow that fell from the sky made her colder than she'd ever been, and despite her love of nature she found she shared her sister's hate of the cold. 

When she poked her head into the den earlier in the day than she normally would to find Cas gone, Witchhazel padded off to look for lunch. The creamy girl grumbled along with her calling stomach, but it wasn't a cache or a rodent of her own to catch that drew her attention, but another wolf. 

Stretching her muzzle out to snuffle curiously at the other female, Witch found the scents of Donneliath -- this woman was family, a friend, like all the others of the Coast she'd come to know. Cooing gently to the little woman, Witch stepped forward gracefully, ears cupped forward and a faint smile starting on her lips.