What Is Going On?

Sometimes, solitude was peaceful. She rather enjoyed it sometimes, though it certainly amused her. A couple years ago, she was extremely outgoing and talked to everyone. Now, though, she was content with not... really talking to anyone. She knew she had to get out of that shell, though, because wolves were not solitary creatures, and as much as she wished, she could not just ignore the entire pack except for Lark. Nope, couldn't work that way.

Besides, there were new pups about, and Lillianna couldn't help but to smile at them and their playfulness, all while being thankful that Storm got to deal with their misbehaving... though it seemed they didn't misbehave much. Not while Lillie was watching, anyway. Chuckling at the memories of playful pups, it reminded her of when she was a pup, though she had no siblings or younger wolves to play with. That was okay, though, because her adoptive parents were more than enough.

With a nimble bound, Lillianna perched herself on top of the rocks that Bass would use for some meetings. It really did give a nice height advantage; she could see well over everything and see most of the territory she was in, and anyone in it. It was relaxing, too, in a way; perhaps there'd be someone out there that she ought to speak with? She knew there were a few she needed to talk to.

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