Northstar Vale tag walls, punch fascists

Lilitu had picked up on the weird vibes lately. She hadn't the foggiest what was going on, or why her parents seemed particularly tense, but what once was a relatively chill world had become. . .well, not chill. And with this not-chill-ness came restlessness, and so that was why Lilitu was not with her family near the den but wandering, thus able to witness this.

Trespassing? What was that? She hadn't been taught anything about that. From where she stood, she didn't see Hime, and so she bounded from the foliage with a playful yip, seeing only a potential friend.

HI WHAT'S YOUR NAME— oh crap oh no oh crap it's her. She skittered to an awkward stop as she spotted the white-furred woman and cowered, backing up to stand closer to the wayward boy. Why, why, did any time she tried to have fun, one of these pale wolves either embarrassed her or were mean?!