Bearclaw Valley Green, green thunder and the loud, loud rain

One of the girls, dusted with snowflake-white at her shoulders, came to investigate her, and she lowered her muzzle so that she could brush her whiskers over the child gently, assessing for any signs of illness or damage. Aside from looking a bit hungry- something the regurgitated food would help fix- they seemed to be alright. The girl with a reddish tinge to her guard hairs says something, and Ameline's ears flick forward to catch it. Athalia. Ameline smiled, and glanced to Ancelin. It was a coincidence, sure, but it was nice still to have found a child who matched their name theme. 

She gave the freckled girl a nudge so she might go and eat before her sister could scarf down all the food, and then turned to her mate, who had made the offer to go with the other. Her eyes were very dark, and hard to read, but her expression was soft and gentle. She sized the woman up, and figured that even if she did turn, Ancelin could handle himself. 

She nodded, but made sure to show the stranger that Ancelin was very much claimed by giving him an affectionate nuzzle before she returned to the children, to await his return.