Blackfeather Woods ready for the funeral

She quietly moved to her sister's side upon her callings, stepping out of the trees, a crow feather slick with blood still stuck to her ruff. She had come to quite like these woods.

Licking her lips clean, the girl turned to Shego, pale eyes curious as to why she had summoned her. Then she smelt it. Blood and milk and...her ears pricked at the sound of tiny, soft cries. So they had found the place. Was this where their sister had led them? "I hear them," she muttered softly, her smile mirroring her green-eyed sisters'.