Redtail Rise wetfish

I said "YETHHHHHHH" to myself out loud as soon as I saw the tag <3

A gritty voice called, and Lilia grinned. She tilted her head back and gulped down the last bit of the rabbit she'd caught for herself, before she quickly preened her fur. She didn't bother with the blood that stained the golden fur of her ruff, as she liked giving the impression that she was a successful hunter- but the rabbit fur she could get rid of. 

She imagined herself sweeping forward and saying something captivating to Metis when she arrived, but went through many different versions of her greeting before finally settling on one that she liked. She cared greatly how she might seem to the wanderer, as she'd been chosen by the young Toweard as a potential new recruit. She didn't want to seem too keen, but couldn't help the expressive glint to her eyes when she caught sight of the pale foxhunter. She'd brought a gift- as she'd been instructed- and bore a wound she'd likely obtained in the struggle to find as fine of a prize as that. She came with an offering that had cost her bloodshed; a higher value than a mere meal. 

"Well," She said, as she slid to a halt. Her heart thrummed. "I thee you don't back down from a dare."