Firestone Hot Springs Plenty of Fish In The Sea

Carefully, almost delicately, she felt the bottom of the pool inch by inch with her paws, though the motion would likely go unnoticed due to her position. She was searching for any trace of bodies...objects that didn't belong. She felt none, and was satisfied. By the end of her bath, she may emerge smelling like rotten eggs but she could rectify that by rolling in some cedar and pine needles later.

Her reply was a one worded one, simply stated. "Ursine." She ground the word out from between her teeth, laced with bitterness. An idle flick of her tongue tore away some of the crusted blood from her lips. It was the blood of her enemy, the closest she would come to ever dining on such an unobtainable meal. Fire burned in her eyes, even as they conversed. If she ever saw that bear again or it's spawn, she'd make them pay...

"Really. I always imagined we taste more grimy...stringy." She mused aloud, contemplating the gruesome remains of his feast, while he, her. If he thought getting his teeth into her flesh for a sample was easy, he was mistaken. Tzila was a hardened survivor. Or so she believed. She had after all, just emerged in one piece with one of her most formidable rivals. "What a poor soul...but then again, it is survival of the fittest. The law that governs all." Cruel as it may be to think of, Lily and Ariel had perished because they were weak. Weak in the eyes of that bear and nature had played her card.