Redtail Rise metzengerstein

Surprise caused Lilia to look up at Avicus for a moment, something akin to vengeance in her eyes. Avicus had lost her mother too. It wasn't fair. They'd both lost so much; she felt a kinship with the red woman, and a deep sense of pride. She'd come here for vengeance. She had grown her family, and had begun to shape the new brood into the ideal pack. She was doing just what it was the Lilia wished to do herself- but for Avicus, who was owed much more than she'd been given, she'd contribute everything she could, here. 

Lilia uttered a rumbling growl at Avicus' oath. She pressed her cheeks against bark, leaving scent markings, and paused only a moment to recognize the tracks of a squirrel in the new snow. Tricky prey. She roved forward, seeking out another distinctive tree to mark. "What doeth the wolf look like?" She asked. She would need to know.