Hideaway Strath Drown me out with your voice

The woman's gaze slid from brother to sister as another merged from the wood, sensing some decorum in their presentation and stifling the urge to raise her brow sardonically. Her mismatched orbs flickered over them briefly, unimpressed. 

"Pixie," she offered in return with a nod, though they hadn't asked. She could play nice. 

Her brows raised curiously, head canting to the side as she considered his question - turning it over, examining it in the proper light. 

"We seek to build a legacy. A pack that protects its own and remains largely unknown to the outside world."