King Elk Forest tamarack pines

After many long months away from the Teekon Wilds, Tzila was back. The unmarked lands she had found beyond this great wilderness had been of little appeal to her. She retraced her steps and returned here. Though this place too, she had explored little of during her short time here. This time around, she intended to stay for good and leave her mark.

The chill of the air enveloped her like the hug of a long lost friend. The crunch of the snow beneath her paws like a soothing touch. And the shadows parted, just for her as she peeled through the forest, yet ever reaching for their mistress. Tzila owned the night. She was a part of it, as it was a part of her. She was in her element, with the forest cloaked in pale layers of frost and snow. It was etheral yet spine tingling. The silence...the way the shadows danced and shifted. As dark as the hour itself, only a bloody stain painted on her shoulders and a pair of haunting silver eyes gave her presence away. She moved in complete silence, unaware of the slow but steady headlong path she was on with another of her species. She was hungry, slipping forward with her head dipped between her shoulders, eyes sharp and full of predatory intent. A midnight snack never hurt anyone.