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Following the meandering scent of the sow bear and her two cubs, Lilia wandered through the marsh and toward the mountain range, where the scents disappeared into the rising altitude. Satisfied that they would not likely prove to be a nuisance for the wolves either at the Rise or Sapphique, she left them to go, without pursing them further. If she ended up cornering them, she knew the sow would be quick to retaliate and fend her off. 

She followed the scent of fresh water, and found it mingling with the scent of the ocean, carried by the cinnamon-hued leader of Sapphique. Curious to see what Mireille was doing in the ravine, Lilia prowled forward, carefully picking her way down the steep slope until she caught sight of the leader's firelight coat highlighted by the intermittent flash of fireflies. 

She uttered a soft chuffing noise, as she began to push her way through a close stand of alders, knowing there was no possible way for her to approach the leader quietly. Once she'd slipped through them, she plucked a few leaves from her pelt, and looked up to see Mireille, on the opposite bank- and noted with surprise that yet another leader was heavily pregnant. 

"Well howdy," She greeted, and halted. "An' congrat-th," She said, with a grin.