The Tangle Blame it all on yourself

For a wolf who wasn’t terribly empathetic, she picked up on the other girl’s discomfort as soon as it became present. Lilia was too befuddled momentarily by all the syllables in the girl’s name to do much other than stare back- until she too snapped out of it. If she hadn’t introduced her first name twice, Lilia wouldn’t have caught it. 

”I’m Lilia.” she said. She shrugged and pawed at the ground with one foot, dragging her claws idly through the snow. ”I uthed to roam too.” Her tone implied that she hadn’t enjoyed it. She wasn’t sure if Metis had been orphaned as well- though she suspected as much. ”But that wath in the thummer. I dunno how you’re doin’ thith in the winter,” It was as close to an honest compliment as she’d ever come.