Stone Circle can't fight this feeling

since finding the bison, Keoni's belly had been full, and with an all-you-can-eat buffet just a short distance from where she slept, things were good. after gourging herself on one of the three yearlings, she had returned to thed den site, were she sad splayed out, currently gnawing thoughtfully on a bone she had borrowed from the bison. (he hardly needed it anymore, did he?) little did she know that she was groing to take after her mother in more ways then one; her build, slight and petit, was much like the woman's, and her coat was but a few shades lighter then her late mother's had been. 

her memories of the woman were, to put it simply, confusing. Witchhazel was all but forgotten, a memory that sometimes resurfaced. But her mother was a dim figure, one that was comfort and safety and warmth personified, like Valette, but...not. She paused her chewing to ponder her early memories, of the importance of the grey figure. Perhaps, she was simply a figment of the girl's imagination, like the prey she had pretened to hunt when she had been younger. But the woman seemed so much more...real.

she resumed her chewing, stuck in her muddle of her thoughts, though another conversation would likely steer her away from her current state of mind.
@Steady!