You spread those dirty paws

Sorcière les Désastre
A sudden spark ignites, And from the dark a light breaks the silence

Quietly the yearling followed her mother, knowing she would lead them to where they had to be. These lands were strange just as the ones within them, their customs and traditions, she was sure were even stranger. Something they would have to grow accustomed to and learn quickly, given the time Sorcière knew they would adjust. For better or for worse, her life was going to be turned upside down. A sigh almost left her but was kept at bay, as that nose wrinkled at the scent of old blood. This was some kind of battlefield, ancient and clearly had been used for a long time.

Those Romanian words caught the yearlings attention, molten eyes flickered to her mother. A mere soft nuzzle was given into the right side of Karola's neck, a simple but loving gesture that was even rarer then Sorcière saying she loved her mother. Sorcière stepped aside to her right the yearling remained, those molten eyes on her surroundings, knowing it would not take long for company to greet them.