Redtail Rise they really think it can't get any worse

The younger generation had begun to grow and prove themselves with leaps and bounds. She saw them hunting, and found their scents along the borders- eager to continue the claim that had been established, and hone their skills so that they too could be a part of the Rise's legacy. She had few concerns, and felt fairly secure when she considered what the next year would bring. She felt confident she would be able to rely on this year's children to help out, by the time that new children would be born the following Spring. 

She hadn't been following Mulherin, but when she caught the scent of another wolf and the faint scent of blood, she was drawn toward the same part of the borders as he. She arrived to quietly watch the dark wolf present Mulherin with an offering- a very small, weak-looking rabbit but she couldn't complain- the wolf showing the respectful gesture looked to be somewhere handy to Mulherin's age herself. 

Lilia remained within earshot, watching calmly- but willing Mulherin to make his own judgements.