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Lacking both experience and size, attacking the stranger directly was not something within Lilia's wheelhouse. To intervene between the shepherding fangs of Augur and Prophet would have likely impeded their own plans and attacks. Amidst the fray surged their crimson leader, a bloody arrow aiming for its target. 

Lilia, like the others, jousted from the fringe. Where Prophet lunged, Lilia did as well, mirroring his steps while keeping out of reach enough so that she would not trip him up. She added her voice to the chorus of jeers, becoming more and more frenzied by the sight of many wolves against one. She shadowed Prophet, but would not step beyond his reach- entering that dance would tip the balance, and Lilia was smart enough to keep herself from becoming a hazard.