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

Her gaze lifted to the falcon perched on the young woman's shoulders when Mulherin looked to her. He grumbled, and the bird did not budge. Towhee Jr smelled to Lilia of wilderness; of many forests travelled, a hint of something dry and arid, and the fresh scent of maritime air. She carried with her the essence of the Teekon Wilds, though she was quite young to be doing this on her own. 

Perhaps, not on her own- it seemed she had a companion in the bird. 

That didn't mean it wasn't completely absurd, however, for a bird to be clinging to a wolf's shoulders. Still, she didn't think the young woman was a danger, or unstable. If anything, she knew secrets that Lilia did not, especially when it came to interspecies communications. She could respect her for that much. "I'm Lilia, thith ith Mulherin," She said, gesturing to him with a fondness in her features. "Thith," with a wave of her tail, "Ith Redtail Rithe. Why you here?" She asked, flicking her ears forward.