Redtail Rise sunrise on the ridge

Lilia's patrols seemed never-ending, likely because summer had brought with it a sense of peace. Fewer wolves travelled in search of a home for the winter, and she suspected they might not likely get any new joiners until the weather began to change. Still, there were many other reasons to patrol and while it had seemed mundane for the past week or two, it was still well worth her attention. If they ever let their markings slip, another predator might take advantage of the situation and try to raid a cache, or even make a run for one of their younger members if they were desperate. 

She caught sight of a young wolf travelling close to their borders- and by the direction the girl was travelling in, she likely didn't know where she was going. The girl smelled of Chacal and the sea, and was unmistakeably one of their neighbours...Perhaps one from this year's litter. Too young to be one of Mireille's, she thought. 

"Heya," She called out. Her hackles lifted slightly, but she allowed her tail to swing. They didn't have an open border policy with Sapphique- but this was a kid. Lilia figured she'd go light on her. "You uh, you know where you're goin'?" She asked.