Redtail Rise Whiplash

Mulherin had the effect of putting a spoon of honey into a cup of tea for both of the Rise wolves. Lilia realized her own features had softened when she'd glanced over to welcome him, and looked to Masque to see that the effect was not something she experienced alone. She felt proud, then, and hoped Riley realized what he was witnessing; they were a pack who cared for and nurtured their own. They started young, reaching toward towering expectations with the resilience of a creeping vine. 

Augur approached, assessed the male without trepidation and seemed unphased with what he saw. Lilia looked to the stranger's forepaws, wondering which one was hurt, and how it had happened. With assistance, it seemed he could hunt rabbits- and that would have been a reasonable accomplishment, but the Berserkr knew how adept Masque was in the hunt. 

She pulled a faint smile. "Anyone could pull off a catch if they had your help, Mathque," The Caru was a skilled hunter, which had not escaped Lilia's notice. Still, Masque was not the sort of wolf to vouch for someone if she didn't have faith in them. She turned her gaze, not a bit lighter, to the man. She gave him a gentle nod; he'd be welcome amongst them, and she anticipated good things from him. It was good to have another adult in the pack, after all. It had been some time since they'd had someone fresh. He would be Blod until he proved himself, the same as anyone else.

"Got anythin' to thay for yuhthelf?" She asked then with a light laugh, partially wanting to at least give him a break from holding both rabbits in his mouth, wondering if she might glean some of what Masque saw in him from how he spoke when given the opportunity.