Otatso Wetlands You can pay uncle sam with the overtime

She found it a bit suspicious that Wren somehow didn't know whether or not her pack's water source was connected to the wetlands. Lilia had scouted enough to know that ponds and lakes could grow rivers, streams and creeks that could also branch off and become wetlands and swamps. She thought perhaps that the silver female was being coy, and trying to hide the exact location of her pack. Maybe she felt Lilia might be a spy, or maybe she'd come off as being untrustworthy. Not that she minded- it was almost pleasing to be denied information if it meant she looked tough. 

She decided not to press for information. If Wren wanted to keep that to herself, she could. She moved, and Lilia watched, following her movements without worrying that Wren might come too close. "North-Wetht," She said, and she shrugged. "It'th jutht a couple dayth travel," She said. "You nevuh been out to the coatht?" She asked.