Blackfeather Woods Where the wild things are

From the darkness came a young girl, probably somewhere near her age. It took Lilah a moment but she spotted the gruesome scarring on her face and somehow miraculously kept herself from gasping though she did obviously give it a glance. She swept her gaze over the rest and smiled softly. The woman was still pretty, there was something in the way she carried herself, or maybe how she spoke...she had no idea. She was delighted to hear she would be of use and it showed, quite plainly in the way her eyes lit up. Then it faded and nearly vanished when the woman asked of where she came from. "My name is Lilah miss and I was with a group trying to settle a pack called Rosings. I was supposed to get a husband assigned and become a woman but they all vanished. Nobody even said a word" she figured explaining how she had come to leave Rosings would be better than just giving the name and that's it. Honesty was key even it made her look and sound pathetic. "I don't want any trouble, I really just want somewhere where i can feel at home and try to be of use." she said this genuinely, her eyes lifting almost imploringly toward the corners of the woman's eyes, not meeting them though they flicked to give her a quick respectful glance.