Shadewood “Scratch my back, or I’ll snap your’s.”

Towards the splitted streams and beyond them. That was simple enough. Now that she knew the way out, she also knew her way back in as well. But the shadow keeper wasn't stupid enough to let on to that. Tzila was leaving because she chose to...because she was tired of hanging around some pack's territory. Not because of some territorial male.

Right.

Her silver colored eyes flashed, narrowing as the wooden hued man moved towards her again, though this time, with less threat. Still, her ears flattened and her lips curled, barely flashing the points of her teeth. "Yeah yeah. I don't need a chauffeur. Keep your ass right there...I'm going." She backed away, one step at a time. Then more and more, till she felt safe enough to turn her back on him. And when she did, it was not with a suspicious look over her blood furred shoulders until she hurried off, towards the streams and eventually, out of sight.