Dragoncrest Cliffs Yeah she steals like a theif

Chacal; a singer, a siren. Lilia noticed the way she switched from being friendly, welcoming and informal to being a leader, deftly issuing a command to Quennell, who looked happy enough to have been given such responsibility. The pack was certainly tight-knit, for them to function like this, and she found herself feeling quite envious, but appreciative nonetheless. "Oh, she ith a queen awight!" Lilia commented knowingly. She knew one when she saw one, and Chacal was definitely a queen. 

She trotted alongside Quennell as they began to pass through a meadow. There was more wind here, and it smelled of water and salt; fresh, but perhaps a bit cooler than it was inland. She leaned into the wind as they moved, drinking it in and smiling slightly. "Tho how many wolveth awe in Thapphique?" She asked. Her mind went back to the questions she was supposed to ask, to learn a bit more about Sapphique's status. "I think in Wedtail Wise there'th....Eweven owa twelve but a bunch of uth are kind of the thame age. Thew'th only a few adult-th." She said.