Bearclaw Valley "I have plans for you."

The man in the distance loomed as if he was a great statue, unmoving now that he realized others could be on their way. In the shrinking distance between them his voice boomed. 

Lilia wouldn’t have hesitated to attack regardless of the fact that this was potentially a new recruit. But this wasn’t Lilia; not completely, anyway.

She glared, fastening her salty blue gaze to him as she slowed her pace to a stiff-legged walk. She bared gore-stained teeth at him and uttered a low growl of warning. 

”Wrong pathword,” She growled. She noted his wounds- his weak spots, as she would consider them now. ”That pack ain’t here but we are. That maketh you a trethpather but I get the feeling that ain’t thomethin’ you never done before,” Someone had torn a chunk out of him; she pushed her whiskers forward to see if she could catch a trace of scent on him, but the scent of blood masked it.