Blackfeather Woods out of sight

More blood was added by Atropos, intertwining and mixing with the markings already there. Something seemed to take form now, and Lakhesis kept her gaze trained upon it, one ear quirked upright, only acknowledging her sister's presence with a small wave of her tail. What painting could tell them was sometimes only fleeting, and Lakhesis had yet to fully practice the craft. The blood of two wolves, however, made the scrying attempt much more powerful.

A face formed, and the girl was drawn to the eyes. Wounded? Crying? It could be a literal or figurative interpretation, but at least it was a start. She turned to Shego as she spoke, curious. "There is one here?" she said, her tone half-asking and half-assuming her sister had already seen one with a white coat. It was true, Clotho was always the different one.

The young boy went unnoticed as of yet. At least by Lakhesis.