Redtail Rise where'er i walk ten thousand serpents follow at my feet

Lilia's fidelity stemmed from having been fostered well by the wolves of the Rise- fed, educated, comforted and encouraged, she owed more than just her survival to wolves like Augur. For some time, it had been enough to convince her that she was one of them, and that her efforts and talents would be acknowledged just as they were for anyone else. 

When the importance of blood had been weighed against her, she'd been deftly dismissed. Augur, however, had stood by her, and had judged her mettle in front of the crowd. She was aware of the rift she may have created; a disturbance in the natural progression of things- but it was part of who she was. She was a weed. Summoned to sunlight alongside the sown, allowed to root, grow, and reap the benefits of clinging tightly to one who would endure her. Soon, they would flower together and create a harvest of their own. 

Augur came, and she shared breaths with him, tail waving. It made her heart pound to hear Ancelin speak for the both of them and she realized that with his slight stutter, she too was a bit nervous. She hoped Augur would approve, and that he would understand why it was that they were choosing to disperse. Her life would have inevitably been very different without him- and in a heartbeat, she would have happily shared the rest of her life in a pack with him.

But it would never be her pack; not until she made it so, and it felt impossible to do in the Rise without ruffling a few petals. 

"We'll be allieth." It was all she had to add- a promise of their continued friendship and kinship. She had little idea what might come to pass with their departure- who might step up to become Berserkr, or if any of Avicus' brood would become Wealda, but so long as Augur lived, Lilia would consider his affiliations to be worthy of her consideration as well. 

They would winter with the Rise- and then they would depart, to ascend.