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

Mulherin's friendly nature isn't something that Lilia interpreted as being problematic. The young wolf who had come to their borders looked to be from the same year- fresh, young, but clearly learning how to hunt and how to approach another pack correctly. Had there been anything off, the hawkish Berserkr would have been to Mulherin's side in an instant. 

In seeing the truce struck between the two, Lilia moved forward, hackles still raised but posture relatively relaxed. The young one couldn't possibly pose much of a threat, anyway- not to her, and not likely to Mulherin either. She sniffed the offering, which was a slender creature but the fact that the white-throated wolf was hunting for herself while travelling was impressive enough. She licked her lips appreciatively, before she swung her head toward the other, wetting her lips so she might too trade scents with the stranger, and find any trace of a story in her scent.