Deepwood Weald Oh, and she never gives out

The wolf who approached her was a stranger- but he had the same sort of well-meaning glimmer in his eyes that a few of her packmates had...The ones who had refused to join the hunt, anyway. He wore something around his neck that Lilia spotted almost immediately, and was intrigued by it. 

Perhaps this was an occasion for her to use her manipulation skills; glean what she could from him in terms of information, so she might get better at being a scout and a spy in the future. 

For this one, she assumed he would be more pliable if she was friendly. Perhaps coy, even, so she became a little bit reserved. Smiling faintly, grateful he would offer to help her even though he was a stranger- but she wanted to seem meek as well. "Oh, that'th tho nithe of you to offer, but I...I don't think I'm thuppothed to take herbth from a th-tranger, you know?" She spoke kindly.