Redtail Rise guardian

Lilia jawed and made low grumbling noises into New Snow's fur, happily leaning into her, though not so much as to shove her over. She looked better- and her injuries seemed to have come along, and she was grateful to see her packmate feeling better. This close to her, Lilia noted the very faint change in her odour, but it didn't smell like bloodshed or disease; not a wound at all, but something that emanated faintly from the woman herself. She paid it no mind; New Snow was obviously well, and in good spirits. 

She allowed herself to be sniffed, knowing that she had pulled scents from the places where she had travelled. The fresh mountain air, and the scent of pine. Some brambles still clung to her from the Tangle, and perhaps some nettles from the grotto as well. All in all, though, she'd travelled well, and had come home in one piece. "I like thcoutin," She admitted, once the greeting was over, and they had begun to move along again. "But it'th good to be home. I like to thmell like thith plathe too." She said- just before she paused to leave a marking at the base of a tree. She liked it when her home smelled of her, as well.