Hideaway Strath to one in paradise

Lilia lashed her tail eagerly as a wolf appeared- one who fit their description, and who looked terribly resigned to her fate. Lilia had caught glimpses of the wolf as she fled- and this one looked no different to her- perhaps a bit younger than she ha expected, though. With a grim tone, she announced that Nyra was dead. 

Lilia knew Nyra was who they were hunting, but this one, she looked familiar too-

-and with a voice not often raised, Masquerade confirmed Lilia's suspicions. "Blood for blood," She whispered for herself, twice, before she raised her head and growled. "Blood for blood!" She roared, before she jetted off into the strath. She did not hesitate to foul-up their borders, but dashed into the wilderness in search of the white wolf. 

It would be one small and dark that she would find first- a fit target for her fury. She smelled of plants and herbs, so Lilia deduced she might be a healer- and for that reason, she singled out Maiken as her target and snarled as she lunged toward her, willing to give chase if the young woman fled, or fight should she hold her ground.