Stone Circle on a dare,

whoa whoa whoa, they were what now? ancelin had not made this clear to athalia before they came here; or perhaps he had, and she simply hadn't been listening. her eyes go wide as her head snaps over to him, ears swiveling as a frown stretches across her features.
bearclaw was she and ameline and ancelin. small. isolated. just them. only them. that was how athalia liked it, and that was how she wished it to stay. stunned by the mere idea of taking in these soft-mouthed chumps, she stomps her foot upon the ground and grumbles an ominous, low note.
they didn't deserve bearclaw. not unless they had a damn good offering in exchange. the girl simmers as she watches the gathering, dread and frustration brewing in her gut.