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

Lilia found Towhee Jr's body language a bit hard to read. She'd anticipated that the young wolf might take a step forward, to declare her intentions, though instead she seemed more curious, questioning. The wolves of the Rise had grown up together, however, and there existed amongst them a language that was nuanced with micromovements, breath, and posture. She couldn't expect an outside to be completely fluent. 

Mulherin spoke, and she watched for Towhee Jr's reaction. Her eyes glistened, like a match striking a rough surface. Lilia was silent for a moment, before her expression gentled. It didn't seem fair to talk in front of someone who couldn't hear, not when the conversation was about them, but she reassured herself that as long as she wasn't saying anything bad or hurtful, it wouldn't be like she was taking advantage of the situation. 

"Maybe," She said. She decided then that it might be easier to proverbially throw Towhee Jr to the wolves, and see if she simply acclimatized. Her earlier attempt at asking what the youth wanted hadn't really given her an answer. "We can give huh a trial. Give huh thome time, an' thee if she thtartth to pick on on how thingth work aroun' here. If she wanderth off, no loth to uth. You help keep an eye on her?" She asked. 

She wouldn't have the time to break Towhee Jr in, but she suspected Mulherin was more than capable for the role.