The Sentinels recurve

Soft though they were, the boy's words caused Sif to bristle. Lost her way, had she? Until Fen, she'd never had a way. She had been a child, alone in the world, and she wasn't sorry she'd survived. Even if she'd taken a different name to do so. "No one to show me," the dark girl replied, and though speaking the words aloud made her heart ache in strange, half-remembered ways, none of that showed on her face. And, "What family?" she asked, not with disdain, but with deep exasperation. "Too young. All alone. I could not - could not taell him. Said Moohem. Fen did not like. Said Sif."

He was too close to her, but he was family, so the girl did no more than flash her teeth, her spine stiffening as if in preperation for a fight. She didn't want to fight Kingfisher, but proximity had almost always meant violence in the past, and she could not help but ready herself to receive and return it, even as she turned her face away in what she hoped was a disarming gesture.

"Haave you... see home?" she asked quietly, eyes seeking out the bay even though it could not be seen where they stood. She knew he had not made her home there, as it had been empty of all scents but hers and Isengrim's. "Isen is there." She wondered if he had been there for very long. They hadn't tried to communicate much past their initial hellos.