Qeya River Cowgirls Don't Cry

For whatever reason, Lilia chose to take some risks- and venture outside of the pack's claimed territory. Risky things were things she was supposed to do now, right? So she could learn to be brave. When she caught the scent of Redd's tracks, she remembered the girl from the meeting. Kind of angry looking, hyper-focused. Less words, more actions kind of wolf, likely...Not an easy one to win over. Avicus told her to work on her fighting skills, sure- but she knew if she was to be a queen, she would have to be liked by her subjects, not just able to subdue them through physical force. 

So she followed along the older girl's trail, and picked up her pace a bit so she might catch up. She felt insecure about travelling this far away, but she could smell water- and water was always a good way to find your way back where you came from, as long as it was the same source of water. The Rise was visible in the distance, anyway, so Lilia wasn't too concerned. 


She did grow concerned, though. Just as she managed to catch up with Redd, another wolf cut her travels short. Redd looked content to leave, but Lilia was curious. She sniffed. She moved to Redd's side, casually, trying to create strength in numbers. "Whothe tewwitowy ith it, now?" Lilia responded, cooly. "Thee that rithe, ova thea? That'th owa home. Gueth that maketh uth neighbows." She said steadily, waiting to see just how hospital this new neighbour might be.