Hideaway Strath to one in paradise

also rolled a 11/20 XD. Anyone willing to take on Lilia, she's primed to take on some damage as well.

When she'd been in the pinnacle of her sickness, Lilia had resented the entire quest. Resented the woman who'd attacked their packmate, and all that she'd brought upon them. This restless journey that had kept them away from home for far too long. This battle wasn't glorious- it was a fruitless chase that left them straggling with sickness and hungering for food and sleep.

But as she recovered, she found some sort of routine in the savage ways of living forever on the hunt. Spare time was spent jousting with her packmates, flashing teeth and shouldering over the kills they made. Every opportunity to harden herself against attack made her sharper, faster. There was no rest for the wicked, and even less when the wicked kept moving. 

They had lingered just long enough to recuperate from the respiratory flu, but it left her with a rattle in her vocal chords. All the snarling and growling during her sickness had stripped her of her smoothe vocal tone. The rasp, however, suited her. Her snarl was a death rattle- she'd hiss it into the ears of her first victim. 

A name is shouted into the Strath. On the borders, Lilia's jaws chatter, her breath fluttering over her spittle-foamed lips. Hawkish eyes glazed with bloodlust, she issued a hyena-like cackle before she fell silent, waiting for a reprise.