The Sentinels leda & the swan

December 27th: Witchhazel is no longer active in this thread.

Witch didn't understand the words passed -- talk of caches and puppies and the seasons -- even had she been listening, but she would have been pleased as pie to hear that they loved her as dearly as their own, that she wouldn't be contested or rejected. She was family now, belonged, even if she still missed her blood relatives and would forever remember. 

The little girl busied herself lunging after a beetle that scurried across the earth, nipping at it with sharp baby fangs and squealing when it revealed little wings. She kept it grounded with gentle paws, not harming but observing it as it led her away from the adults.