Redtail Rise metanoia

She felt the gentle tickle of Sunrise's tongue against her wounds, and allowed her to touch the flesh where the fur refused to grow again. She did not flinch, so that the children would know that wounds happened, and that scars healed. The girl was caring, empathetic, clearly. Perhaps she might become a healer, Lilia thought, though she smiled with satisfaction when the quiet girl uttered a soft growl. 

Sunset responded to her sister's voice by striding away stiffly, to scrape at the ground with her paws. Lilia's smile remained, to see the girl's blonde hackles raised as she scent-marked the area. She wanted them to be protective of each other, and possessive of their home. The girls showed promise, just as she knew they would. 

She uttered an inviting growl, moving forward to place her own scent upon the ground, before she began to move along, head lowered so she could smell. An ear flicked toward the girls, and the wave of her tail invited the empowered girls to come along on a patrol with her.