Blackfoot Forest Witchy witch

At eight months of age, Acantha was sorely naive and without much knowledge of the world outside their little haven. So, when the multi-toned girl caught scent of her mother over the borders, she took one look to the paradise that was her safety net, and was quick to begin to follow after Ash Paw—only holding regret as the wind grew colder on her face, and after time passed, she hadn’t yet caught up to the pack’s Star.

Her toes were getting cold. She wasn’t impressed with that—and she felt the rumble of a hunger pain begin in her belly.

Yet when her bright aqua eyes landed upon the woman who had given birth to her, she tried to play off the look of miserableness on her face—and placed false bravado instead. “Oh, hey ma. Whatcha doin’ out here?”

As if she hadn’t just spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to learn how to track the woman down and was now sorely missing her cozy den.