Firefly Glen The Witching Hour

Tzila had to admit, that she was pleased to be in the company of a wolf related to someone she once associated with. But his lack of any true ties to Vengeance or the Nightwalkers only enhanced the appeal. Maybe she was like him; a true loner at heart. "Hardly..." She drawled in a smooth, almost easy voice. "...what with how he shunned you." Her voice held little weight for that little subject, but a certain inflection of a different kind was there. Of potential understanding, if only allowed to open up one another's books, sifting through their earliest chapters.

The Shadow Queen in all her dark glory, broken only by a flash of caped blood, welcomed the Ghost forward. She turned in a sweeping move to curl her flank, then her hips around his form, before slipping away, breaking the ying-yang like formation. She settled to peer into those familiar but not, red eyes, a telling glint in her own. "Leadership." She offered at first, letting the weight behind the simple word settle. "Slain by but a whelp, in a contest for dominance." Tzila masked her disgust...her true emotions. She'd reveal those if and when the right moment came.