Wild Berry Meadow dig that hole, forget the sun

Flicker watched, one ear tilted to the scarred boy. Her jaw tightened, watching with a stoic expression. 
Maegi was happy -- overjoyed even. Him though, he looked as if he'd just had to spit out rancid meat. 
Her gaze narrowed slightly, her tail curled slightly and raised level with her hips. She didn't care if she was staring, he should be happy to see his sister.
Mor. The things she'd do to find her.

Flickers gaze tailed to the inclination of Maegi's head -- Blackfeather. Her gut twisted at the thought of going back, it wasn't the same. She didn't belong there. Her gaze turned back to the siblings, murmuring under her breath, only Mou could probably hear, "how delightful," as she again regarded the hunched male.