Duskfire Glacier quoth the raven, “nevermore”

retagging just because i’ve been a lame-o recently, and i really want this to continue! 
@Ceres @Hüg

Müninn continued to slink towards the similarly pelted women, who was notably older than most in the area — and the banshee did not know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. A wolf must be hearty to make it far in life; so many were lost so young — and, many times, Müninn wondered if her reckless style of living would render her no better than the lot of ‘em. Life was so fragile, so easily lost, so easily taken — but not for her, not while Hüginn was near. This, too, she did not know was a good thing or a bad one. 

The line between good and bad was often obscured for Müninn.

Müninn obscured her features in to an expression that resembled thinking — flitting through her memories to recall any pack coexisting nearby — but, truthfully, her mind was doing no such thing. Instead she looked back at Hüginn, the hulking shadow that stood back, silently and strong — let her gaze drift over his chiseled form, her tongue flick out from between her lips to draw along the edge of her muzzle, and her mind thought the same thing as a million times before: mine.  In a voice as sweet as sugar, she chirped to him.

“Have we seen anybody, brother?”

Without waiting for an answer — an answer she knew would never come —  Müninn continued. She tossed her head, shook her pale, feathered mane and allowed her attentions to resettle upon the aging woman before her. It had been some time since they had seen another, truthfully; and when the ravens were alone for too often, for too long, she had a tendency to become a bit snippy. “You’re right…. we haven’t seen anyone for milesss...” the end of her sentence slithered from her lips, sibilant and soft and took several seconds to fade. Her pale, silvermoon eyes flashed and danced.

“Are you looking for… company?”