Shadewood Tired Eyes

Troubled, the child ignored her brother for a moment or two, taking a couple free jabs in the ribs from the stick he tried to entice her with. Her broad, worried gaze swept through the forest, and she exhaled a few breaths swiftly, as though to whine. She flicked her ears about, hoping to hear a familiar voice calling out her name, but she could hear nothing but the crunch of Valravn's teeth on the stick. He wasn't getting the point. 

So she side-stepped the stick's reach and moved to nudge her brother's shoulder- and would continue doing so like a little sister, tugging at the hem of her brother's shirt, hoping he might get the message and lead her back somewhere familiar.