Whitebark Stream Two Face's Faces Switching Places

Lily was enjoying a nice little nap, tucked into a nook by the stream, when the soft thunder of footsteps roused her. Blinking softly, she yawned and stretched, rising to her feet just in time to see Xahi's form appear, her face tracked with tears. Lily's own face filled with puzzlement as she trotted over to the girl, who was clearly upset and on some sort of mission.

"Hey, now," she called out, her paws falling in step with Xahi's as Lily pressed her nose to her cheek in gentle greeting. "What's the matter, love? What happened?"

Though she did harbor a certain amount of jealousy toward Xahi for Lennon's obvious preference for her, Lily did like her--well, Lily liked everyone, really. And she certainly didn't want to see a packmate sad or hurt. Not only was it personally troubling, it disturbed the peaceful balance the band of wolves had found on their journey northward. And that was not good, not good at all.