Redtail Rise metanoia

Questioning breaths and looks, wetted noses seek out answers. By this point, Lilia learned how to read the wolves of the pack who did not rely on verbal communication, and while it was her preferred method of expressing herself, she had learned to speak with gestures, expressions, movements and breath as well. 

To the girls she showed her scars, tilting her muzzle to show where the intruder had bit her, ranking his fangs across the bridge between her nose and her eyes. She tilted her neck, allowing the fur to part, revealing healing scars. She then showed them older scars which had healed, and where the fur had grown back pale and sparse. Wounds which she'd received the first time the male had trespassed. 

They had given him his life once- but not twice. She uttered a soft growl though her features remained calm. Trespassers were generally to be met with force- but they would not be given a second chance, especially if they were as much of a nuisance as this one had been. She licked her lips to briefly reveal her teeth, and flicked an ear as she might at an insect- indicating he had been not only a trespasser, but a dangerous pest.