Fox's Glade moving then without a sound

The harsh, sudden voice of another had the witch jerk, drawing her angular body upward swiftly, mangled herbs abandoned at her paws and wounds half tended to. She spun towards the source of the voice, a girl's tone, panicked and pitched. "here, girl."  She called, glancing at the herb before carefully grabbing it, lest she lose her precious supply to the snows and her poor sense of direction. 

Her pleading had her step out of the shelter of the boulder, pushing through the bracken towards the girl, witch stopping when quite suddenly she was before her. Ears pressed forward against her crown, her head canted to the left, asking quietly around the herbs, "where?"  She did not know if it was the kind of help she could offer, but the girl was young and desperate, and thus she ignored her own hurts and looked to her calmly.