Redtail Rise metzengerstein

Lilia settled her haunches to the ground, though she still stared out with somewhat of a narrowed squint, as though warning off anything that might have been lurking out there, beyond the borders. She clenched her jaws. She kind of wished that there had been something to see- something they could chase off or some poor suck come to try and join a pack before winter who would bow down to them. Of course, they'd be bowing to Avicus- but her as well, by association. She, too, was as possessive as a cat. If it was within her line of sight, it was hers. Her fantasies would have to wait. 

She looked up when Avicus asked her where she was from. She hadn't had to think about it for some time- and some of her earliest memories had begun to disappear. This new home had fulfilled her needs, and provided her with new youth to consider as her peers, and a new guardian who always came home. She could remember the ice, the snow. She hadn't been born in winter, and yet there had always been ice and snow. She felt she could find her way back, if she wanted- but that was the thing. She didn't want to. She didn't miss her siblings, whose names were now forgotten. She couldn't picture the mother who had fed her, and taught her her first words. 

"u-Redtail Wrise," She stated, firmly. Correcting her rhotacism wasn't easy, but for the name of her pack, she'd put in the effort.