*Lilah sprawls into the water, struggling and wide-eyed. She's terrified of these males, but she's more terrified of being alone. There's a nagging familiarity in the scent of the one nearest her, and she can't say she's entirely uncomforted by his strength. But she's cold and wet and tired and she'd really just like to find somewhere to rest. She forces herself upright in the water and issues a growly grunt of dissaproval. There, that'll show those males.*