Weariness pulled at her paws, trying to find a place to rest as the night sky started to rise itself, hoisting the moon up into the air while Lilya could do nothing more than just watch, seeking out a dry place to rest her head and her paws for the night before she was to continue her ventures to wherever her mind and her gut instincts might take her. She was cautious, constantly watching her back for the demons that may or may not have been following her for almost six months now… ever since she’d run from the guilt, from the feeling of a crown pulling and dragging her down to drown her in what she couldn’t even begin to process.

She’d let it go, let it out… but the guilt still remained and it might never subdue itself because if she had never taken her sister’s offer or if she’d put a stop to the lessons, then Maelia would still be alive. Once upon a time she might have taken more note to her surroundings, the amazement that was associated with the beautiful scenery she was in the presence of… but those had been different times, different circumstances, and she could no longer afford to dwell on things such as those.

She had to keep herself safe, because she had no friends, her family probably saw her as a traitor or thought her dead, either way she was dead to them… she had no one, not a pack, not a family… and so she needed to watch out for herself, keep herself safe. She stuck close to the Fjord, not daring to go too far into the surrounding territories because one never knew where a pack might lurk and the last thing she needed was to be involved in a border scuffle.

Her search was not in vain, finding a few different places that would prove adequate for the time being to rest her head, but if it rained than she’d wake up stiff and with a damp coat… something she hoped to avoid if at all possible, meaning her search continued, daring to stay away from the fjord’s bank, but not too far… she caught a scent on the wind that caused her ears to perk up, head tilting to the side in a slight manner as she moved closer… there was a pack scent on her, her tail lowering down from its alert state as she crept through the surroundings, making her presence known by not attempting to sneak, to those who listened for it.

Was she near a pack, just not near enough to scent its borders yet? Either way, it was worth investigation, if not for caution than for information on places to avoid or perhaps lands to hide behind in case her demons did happen to trace her. She wanted to let her guard down, to move on, but guilt and even hints of fear had prevented such actions from occurring. Her voice was soft, but not wavering as she called out curiously. “Hello? Anybody there?” It had been a while since she’d interacted with anything other than the prey she killed only to eat… this would be good for her… possibly… maybe… she hoped.

She had yet to catch this other scent in the form of an actual wolf and for a moment she was willing to write it off as her imagination running wild once more, but that curiosity that so often itched at her paws found her seeking out the woman, eyes squinting as she crept through the terrain, eventually catching the sight of paws, having been focused on the ground to keenly follow the scent, something that was far from practical seeing as you couldn’t actively see a scent mark, but something that the admittedly rather aloof girl did… and then her head raised slightly with a slight tilt to it as she left a soft smile on her features, the other woman greeting her with a neutral tone.

She dipped her head gently to allow a greeting in return, her tail lowered and carrying a soft sway to it. She meant no harm, and she wasn’t stupid enough to pick a fight with a wolf that carried what was evidently a pack scent… or pick a fight in general. She could not afford injuries when she never knew what was to come next. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” She’d offer politely as she took a few steps back, unsure of how close was too close in this scenario before she offered a name softly. “M’name’s Lilya… are you from around here? I’m ‘fraid I don’t know these lands all that well an' I'm trying to avoid trouble.”

Lilya still remained uncertain in her movements… they were on neutral lands but at the same time, pack wolves and lone wolves held two different demeanors to them in her experience… she was thankful she’d managed to pick up manners, something her parents had neglected to teach her through all the fight training, while she’d been on the run otherwise she felt like she’d be stepping on far too many toes in these strange lands. She didn’t want to step on any toes – it wasn’t her nature to do such things, and she supposed that was why she’d asked the woman who held herself like she did know the lay of the land fairly well.

Then the woman gave her a name to the face she was seeing before her, a soft and lopsided grin stretching across her face. “In that case, it’s a pleasure, Miss Kisla.” She repeated, relaxing a little from the partially ossified state she'd been in earlier at the idea that the pack she came from meant for no trouble. She’d never really understood the packs that went out actively seeking trouble, but she supposed it was a mentality-type problem or maybe a power trip… she’d never thought too hard about it to be honest.

“Do ya know if any other packs in the area that I’d best be watchin’ out for?” She’d ask curiously, still being careful with her wording, how she came across. Appearances weren’t everything but they were still important.

The other woman appeared to study her question, visibly contemplating how she would answer as Lilya waited patiently and with a soft yet rather curious smile holding on her features. It had been a while since she’d run into a wolf who was openly willing to talk to her, let alone answer her questions about the lands she now found herself in. Her answer was well thought out, and Lilya found herself thankful that the woman had considered it from her angle than that of a pack wolf – most of the wolves she’d met would have been bias towards one pack or another based on pack relations.

Then she offered another tidbit of information, warning the teen of a “Whisper Caverns” pack with unstable leaders, information that she stored for later before the woman made her an offer, one that she gave a sad smile towards as she shook her head lightly. “I wouldn’t be able t’burden any pack with my presence… I’ve got demons tracing m’footsteps everywhere I go.” She explained carefully, her tones soft. “I appreciate the offer… if things change I’d love to come ‘round… betrayal isn’t in m’nature.” She offered further, noting the one last inquiry in the form of a statement about seeking loyal wolves… technically, she wasn’t… she’d run from the war and it’s why demons were after her… but when her family was being slaughtered, did she really have a choice in the matter?