Hushed Willows mama, please—let me back inside

She had been laying low as of late. But that was hardly anything new for the shadow mistress, who now called Elysium home. She did her fair share, pitching in where she was needed. Be it in the form of keeping an eye on the borders, hunting down small prey, or passing by the dens like a fleeting ghost, she did it all. If only to ensure she had a continuous place to stay, in relative safety. That didn't mean she liked pack life however. In fact, many a night she often contemplated slipping away, back to her own nomadic lifestyle. But here...here she had everything she needed. And it wasn't like the wolves asked much in return.

Tzila was never above stirring up some mischief or even trespassing over clearly marked borders to get what she wanted. She had done it once before, in fact. And gotten away with it, she thought smugly. But today when the tables were turned, she didn't take too kindly to the uninvited snoop barging through her front door. The scent was not of the canine variety. It was different, laced with the pungent hallmark of bear. Her limbs stiffened with each long, precise stride she took forward. Worse yet, it was headed for the damn dens! The heart and soul of Elysium...the pups, would be there. 

Her blood boiled.

This was just the fix...the rush she needed. In defensive aggression, she'd grind that beasts hide into a scarred pulp with her teeth. Her dark lips curled in a silent snarl at what she saw; the bear herself, who already looked a little injured and a curious pup staring at it in awe. Protectively she stepped in front of Minnow, a sharp flick of her tail meant as a gesture to keep well back. Releasing a keening cry to arms, she called for backup. She would not take it on by herself. The thrill would have to wait a little while longer.