Whitebark Stream the wheel of the year

her romantic rambling earns a smile from the leader, a glint of mirth in her gaze. she was really growing rather fond of the girl, and felt a familiar spark of something thought lost long ago as she regards her. 

the conversation moves on, and Dawn nods. "they are a handful." she agrees, though in retrospect would never had let her children go alone for an instant should she have known what was to come. "your help would be much appreciated." 

Daylily continues to talk further about her beliefs, referencing things that Dawn's never heard before - spellwork and spiritual energies are utterly foreign. for a moment, she considers. "I won't pretend to understand what you practice, Daylily — but as long it doesn't harm any packmates, I see no reason to stop you or any other from practicing your beliefs." it could turn out to be useful, perhaps - she was made doubtful of things she'd never before heard of, but willing to give them a chance to prove practical.