Blacktail Deer Plateau XXXI

Lilia can be skipped in preference of conversation if you'd like :3

One wolf came to meet them. A warprince of raven and silver, with seagreen eyes that were calm but commanding at the same time. His approach was authoritative; he did not seem intimidated by the band of wolves drawn to his border by the scent of murderer's blood. When he spoke his name, Lilia felt something coil and stir in her belly, and she watched him with a wary, clear gaze bewildered slightly by the fluttering wave of instant attraction. Dreadfather. The word made the fur along the nape of her neck prickle. 

Her thoughts were kept secret, and she remained stoic and silent, sensing that this would be a conversation for just Ingram and Avicus. He knew their intentions, apparently, which made her shift her stance. Avicus confirmed their intentions. Lilia looked back to the captivating man, wondering if he would defend the woman, or hand her over- praying that it would be the latter.

Something about the way he had called the murderer the girl gave Lilia the feeling that she was not a part of his pack. Calling her the girl was detached. It was something to be glad for- as it meant perhaps they would not have to go to war against the handsome Dreadfather...