Stone Circle Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening

Althaia was right - she didn't understand any of the words exchanged, but at her mothers sudden mood change, the flower finally moved. Standing and prancing over to her mother with ears falling flat in worry, Witch pressed up against her mothers grey hind leg. Steady didn't seem to be the reason for it - the sounds from her were not those of fear, or anger, just sadness. For now, the alpha was forgotten, even if she didn't coo the way she usually would upon touching her mom. She clamped her mouth around her mothers bad ankle, but only with soft gums - she wanted to cheer her mother up to play, not hurt her.