Lost Creek Hollow Food Glorious Food

Ilya nodded, smiling gratefully. Usually she didn't like to eat so early in the morning, it made her a little sick, but if the fae was offering a hunt she was in no means to turn it down. Like the wolf opposite of her, she too had struggling hunting on her own prior to being in the pack. She was finding far more comfort in hunting with others. "I would love to," Ilya dipped her head and smiled  happily at her new packmate.

"A founder," Ilya repeated, wagging her tail. "That must feel wonderful," she added, a polite but honest smile on her face. She listened as Andalusia continued, tilting her head at the mention of Harlyn. "No... I haven't met Harlyn. Although Luke has spoken of her a few times, very highly," she thought for a moment though, just to think if she may have actually spoken to the she-wolf anywhere, but couldn't recall. "Perhaps I'd seen her around the territory, somewhere," she shrugged, "But I haven't spoken to her."