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Ancelin offered an idea, and Lilia nodded thoughtfully. He wasn’t wrong, she’d admit that- but she was still wary of the animals she thought might be aggressive. And as if on cue, they proved her right, when they began to bicker amongst themselves.

Lilia watched, fascinated. Though she found the sounds they made were fairly obnoxious, they might be helpful as well; how would they hear the oncoming set of wolves over the squealing and roaring? 

Even Masque’s low tone could have gone amiss, had she not had an ear flicked in the wolf’s direction. Lilia sought out the wandering piglet in question, and nodded. Masque made off, and Lilia moved back to Ancelin’s side, giving him a cheeky side-eye for having come up with a plan that differed from hers.

Being challenged was nice when it came from someone she could respect.

When Masque darted toward the sow, Lilia crouched and bolted forward. Her aim was to zip in the area between the piglet and the rest of the milling swine, giving Ancelin an opportunity to go straight for the piglet when its retreat was blocked.