Redtail Rise stoneward

She felt things settle into some semblance of normalcy as they moved together, and knew she willingly turned a blind eye to the glare of guilt she felt. Something about spending that poignant moment with Ancelin felt right- and it wasn't often that Lilia did something that was in someone else's best interest. Fleeting glances given from one to the other reassured her that perhaps she'd lifted some of the shadow that had been hanging over him, keeping him suspended as though on puppet strings. 

"Y'know I wath thinking-" She began, her tone easy, but she cut herself off when she heard the quiet steps of Masquerade approaching, and snapped her jaws shut. She smacked the approaching figure with a suspicious, accusatory glare, noting the blithe smile that tugged at the red-faced wolf's lips. No shame, she thought. 

She bristled when Masquerade asked to join them. "You were thpyin' on uth, huh? I knew it," She huffed, rolling her eyes. She was the picture of unimpressed. She shifted her weight, forcing one of her shoulderblades to roll under her ruffled hackles. Ancelin was Masquerade's cousin- and more than a capable hunter- but Lilia stubbornly wanted to deny the request simply out of contempt. It was only due to Ancelin's relationship with Masquerade that she bit her tongue in an attempt to quell any further comments.