Blacktail Deer Plateau It's Britney, bitch.

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"Good afternoon, young one!"

Lost in thoughts, not paying attention to her surroundings in the least, Lilitu nearly jumped out of her pelt at the sudden greeting. Trying to calm her pounding heart, she sat up straight, giving the stranger a guarded but undoubtedly curious look. The woman seemed friendly, after all. And she was still too naive to know that sometimes friendliness could be a ruse.

Um, hi! she squeaked out. If wolves could blush, she'd be crimson. Had she been caught talking to toads? How embarrassing! 

Lilitu tilted her head. I don't know you, she continued—99 percent sure of that statement. After all, the willows had thrown her for a loop, though this woman didn't give her that same sense of deja vu. Are you here to see my parents, or. . .?

That's what she assumed, anyway. Willfully ignorant as she was to the existence of others outside her small social circle, she hadn't noticed the scents of others scattered around the plateau. It just hadn't occurred to Lilitu that a different group might be staying here, too.