She had still been unable to shake the restlessness. Even as awkward as moving had begun, she still did so; around the borders, through the marshes, into the crags. She moved even stranger than before, her size making her clumsy atop her strangeness. Of course, it did not bother her. She knew it was transient, a passing state of being and soon, she'd gain her physical freedom back from the children that had been holding it from her. That was their exchange, after all; she ate for them, moved for them, gave her body to them and soon they'd give it back along with many more gifts.
She had not, however, expected to find one of those gifts before they had even arrived. Of course, she heard it before she truly found it; the noise was unmistakable, unusual, new but not. It was the kind of sound that intrigued the deepest parts of herself - full of both life and despair, a balancing act of the two. Her decision to find it was more instinct than choice, her dead ear twisted back, her living one forward and at attention, owl eyes hungry to find its source. Her restlessness had become curiosity and she could practically feel the children within her stirring with that same restless need to know.
When she stumbled upon the child, she paused, stiff and unsure for a moment as the sound rose in intensity. Her head slowly tilted, her live ear searching for the true origin of the cry - the child, yes, but what within her had stirred such a noise? In any case, Beltane sensed the alone-ness of the child. Any prints near her had been absorbed into the reeds and loamy earth, their scents lost to the moors; she sniffed and searched but ah, no, it was just she and she. Well, she and them. With a grin, she realized why they had been making her so restless. They wanted her to find this crying child.
With that, she moved the final few paces forward until she was practically over the whelp; in typical Beltane fashion, there was no time to consider personal space or any of that. Instead, she immediately lowered onto her stomach and shuffled forward, the child between her paws then before she moved her muzzle to poke at her. She'd found her but ah, how did one end such a sound?