Blackfeather Woods ultraviolet

she's skirting the edge of the mire, unwilling to step into the stinky mud but equally unwilling to step back onto solid ground. she's quite convinced her brother is here, she'd seen a raven she was sure was one of his four. "@Rowan?" she whisper-yells, not really wanting to draw attention to herself, either. her siblings are the only fledglings she dares interact with; the sisters are bitey, and the older boy is a stranger. the younger ones she's not all that sure of, and so better avoided. she's not really keen, then, on accidentally drawing their attention should they be nearby. 

chewing her lip, ears splayed down with uncertainty, she continues her careful way around the mire, hoping desperately to find her brother soon.