Raven's Watch water up the nose

The silence of raven's perturbed him in a way that he could not explain. Already, he had grown accustomed once more to their chatter and song that the lack of noise was eerie. Unsettling. Like his brother, he, too, sought the source of this change, following the silence down to the lake where his brother watched from the opposit shore. His form, pale and stark against the deep darkness of the trees, would be much easier to spot though it seemed the source of the dissonance lay with a child mucking, one who did not take any heed to their presence. 

A single step was taken, head lowering to hunker down and begin the process of chasing off the child when a peculiar thing happened. Frozen in his motion, Stjornuati watched as a raven fluttered and flit it's way down, bringing her some sort of trinket. From his distance, he could not see what it was but in truth, it didn't matter. The ravens were watching out for the girl and so, too, would he. At least for the time being. 

Slowly now, he wound his way closer, watching as the child sat back to sneeze and clear her nose, reddish eyes evaluating the girl. She was so young to be alone. Where was her kin, he wondered. With the raven's choice weighing in his mind, Stjor cast a glance over to his brother before speaking to the girl. Do you hunger?