Larksong Grotto She is frequently kind

Friendly, but quiet. Lilia didn't mind; some of the wolves she admired the most were wolves of few words, so she simply acknowledged that this was yet another one who spoke more with motions, expressions and actions. When she moved forward, Lilia assumed that she did know the way down. She'd put her faith in someone who seemingly knew the way. 

The agouti girl hopped down to a ledge, and Lilia crouched to see roughly how far down it was. It looked slippery, though the other wolf hadn't seemed to have much of a problem with traction. Her feet looked dirty- perhaps that'd helped. Lilia gave each of her pawpads a quick lick- clearing them of the snow wedged between her toes that might otherwise make her slip. She teetered, gauging her landing, before she too dropped down onto the ledge. 

Freshly moistened, her pawpads gripped just enough. She was surprised, and pleased with this discovery. She tilted her head to look back up- she'd have to make sure she didn't jump down any drops she could not get back up. Pleased with the light thrill, though, she looked to the other and gave her a faint smile, ready to proceed.