Redtail Rise and i still rise

The drop in temperature caused Lilia to weave along the borders with her hackles bristling. The scent of fallen leaf litter fills her nose, and she understands that the shift in seasons is coming, and that their way will only become more difficult as the prey begins to migrate. Her thoughts flickered to the wolves of Sapphique- and she wondered if they would hunt together again before the onset of winter, now that the children might be able to run alongside them. 

She thought of the children and the roles they had chosen, and no sooner had the thought crossed her mind then she found herself picking up Saturday's Sunrise's scent along the borders. She had been keen to establish herself as a guardian, and so, felt it was time for her training to become more rigorous.

 Lilia began to zig-zag along the borders, at times crossing them, but in a haphazard, erratic way. She looped back, creating a meandering trail, before she began to cut along the borders in Sunset's direction. She called out with a voice disguised by a blocked nasal passage, and timbres not usual for her howl. A low, off-sounding demand that she be met along the borders but not as Lilia- 

as a stranger.