Bearclaw Valley Goldilocks

will likely only post once w/ thal unless she's needed <3

athalia did not want to be here.
she came at ameline's call only out of obligation, shuffling from her hiding place looking rather dreadful. mud-flecked and disheveled, likely now carrying an aroma of wet dog and dried blood. the sunlight nearly earned a hiss from her.
she stays far away from the group, watching the procession with her back covered by an old sequoia and her sleepless face shrouded in shadow. mother watches, too, from over her shoulder.