Raven's Watch Mascara runnin’ down her little Bambi eyes

AW but she's looking for @Solpallur, @Stjornuati or both.

She maintained the shadows. Meadow, for all intents and purpose, had survived by such antics and as the Watch became more crowded with each passing rise of the sun, the girl had taken it in from a distance. 

She did not know how to feel about it. The brothers, stoical, silent and feral in most ways, were not one to share thoughts or conversation. Their Kingdom had expanded, and little did-eyed Engi had become merely a forgotten ghost. 

Winter pressed to the silver of her fur, nipping at flesh beneath and reminding her that her days were limited--Sol had called her a survivor. Meadow could argue she had simply existed.

And so she sought them--the reserved manner of either brother for company and to expel her mind and demands. The winter breeze teased at her, but it was not from the cold that gave a small shiver to course her spine. No, it was the flash of rare ire in her gaze as  she sought them--meaning to stake her purpose here.