Felltree Marsh She can wait if she wants

She noticed the way he turned his face away, but she did not think it was necessary. It did make her wonder if perhaps he had earned the scar doing something he was now ashamed of. Her epaulettes were a mark of her bravery, she did not shy away from facing someone squarely. She sniffed the air, and scented no disease, saw no madness in his eyes. No hint of wolf's blood lingered on him. He wasn't a suspect yet- but she'd find out anything she could. 

If nothing else, he might make a decent recruit. 

"Dashuh. It'th nithe to meet you. I'm Lilia; I'm from a pack not faw from he-uh." She gave him a smile, and allowed her tail to wave slightly; she would glean what she could from him by being sweet. "It'th called uhRedtail Rise," She said. "I'm juth-t out here thcoutin'. Ca-uh to join me?" She asked, tilting her head slightly, invitingly.