Haunted Wood Toxicity

Tzila didn't see the harm in sharing the plans she had brewing. Her inky coated head dipped down a fraction, a knowing glint in her eyes. First, a proper introduction was in order. "Indeed. I was curious to see who would answer his challenge." Her tail lashed through the air. "You might have lost, but you certainly gave him a run for his money." Impressive.

A dark brow lifted, the smirk at the edges of her lips growing just slightly. "That is...an unsual name. What drove your parents to give their spawn such a name?" She asked with idle curiosity and an edge of humor in her voice. In exchange, she offered. "I am called Tzila." Did he know what it meant? Doubtful. Not many did. She slipped by him, directing a playful snap of her teeth against the air just shy of an ear. There was no true threat behind it - this was just her way of expressing her sassy attitude. She proceeded to rest upon one of the many recently felled trees, facing him conversationally.