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Lily had been watching him, on-and-off, ever since Alarian had brought her to the cave. Her orange eyes could not keep from raking over his rugged gray body, that intense gaze. He was warm and friendly, and he even had an accent somewhat like hers!

So when the guy--introduced as 'Lennon'--signaled for her to come sit next to him, her heart and stomach did backflips in tandem. The cool, popular guy wanted to talk to her! Had she known where Lennon's true affections lie, this wouldn't have been the enormous deal it was to her now--as it was, she was clueless. And ignorance was bliss, right?

Trying to remain as composed as possible, Lily padded over to him, a smile stretching over her own muzzle. Her eyes darted occasionally to other wolves in the cave; she remembered some names, but not all. It would take a few days to be on familiar terms with her new companions (but she was thankful she had found friends so quickly!).

"Hello!" Lily greeted, sitting down and tucking her tail round her paws. She paused for a moment in a slight panic, not knowing what to say next. "Erm. . .beautiful weather we're having, right?" She cast a glance outside; snowflakes were falling to the ground, and the wind was icy and keening. If she could blush, she would have, returning her eyes to Lennon's with a small giggle. "Well, not really, actually."