Lost Creek Hollow "what did the fish say..."

The black fae's tail immediately started to wag at the mention of her name. Even without the second alpha here to help make decisions, Ilya felt important and useful to be standing her discussing her discovery. Being out of a pack for so long, and truthfully never feeling truly wanted without lust thickening the air, she was ecstatic to be making decisions with her pack mates. 

She looked to the river and the small pooling body of water where Mordecai directed Luke's attention. She could see the beavers eyeing them with a suspicious gaze. She simply stood a bit taller and kept her own eyes on them, making sure they didn't move in while they were unprepared. Without turning, she perked her ears and listened intently on the conversation, not willing to miss anything and risk having to ask what was going on.