Haunted Wood Toxicity

He hummed at Tzila's eerie statement and slyly side-eyed her. Noted. Seeing as she was getting comfortable, he sat down across from her on the ground. To his delight, she was fond of his alias. Only someone with awful taste wouldn't be. She confirmed his assumption about her origin, though Tzila didn't strike him as a coastal wolf. Her expression alone explained why she was no longer there, at least in part. His grin deepened at the sight.

I've only a little experience with the coast, and I have no desire to change that for the same reason. They were only just getting acquainted, but Black Hat found this woman quite likable. She seemed to have her head square on her shoulders, and they were like-minded enough. Anyone who thought similarly to him was alright in his book, because he was the greatest. Obviously.