Redtail Rise She'll take what you give her, as long as it's free

Lilia’s claws stung, but did no true damage.  This raised her some in Redd’s esteem… despite the position she was put in, she knew pack was not to be harmed irreversibly.  Even small bloodshed could remove a hunter that would otherwise aid the survival of the whole.

When Lilia’s tail dropped, Redd released her hold and stepped back, satisfied.  The aspiring queen had fought well.  She was not fit to be Wealda, but she was perhaps fit to be Clawan one day, just as Redd aspired herself.  

Hopefully the memory of this would hold.  She would know that to seek queenhood was to question the rule of Wealda, one who owned every ounce of loyalty Redd held.  Until she chose, none would rise.

Her tail waved, and if Lilia allowed, she would clean the marks she had left.  A silent acknowledgement of the match well fought.  She would not approach, however, if she was not welcome.