Broken Antler Fen Where are tHE TURTLES?! WHERE ARE THEY?!

Lilitu's eyes widened with excitement. I can keep a secret! she exclaimed, wagging her tail. (She really couldn't, but. . .whatever.) Pleeeeease? She felt incredibly important, honored that the young woman would let her in on something so clandestine. 

Hell, she didn't even know the other wolf's name, and already she was begging for classified intelligence. 

Please? What's a troll? she asked again. Curiosity was overwhelming her; she'd let down any notion of feigned aloofness, face instead alight and pleading. If there was anything that could entice Lilitu into acting like a complete loon, it was information. She craved it.

She sat primly, putting on her best studious expression and her best behavior. Maybe if she acted good enough, she would be deemed worthy.