Haunted Wood Toxicity

Noting how he adopted a sitting position, she could only assume that he was starting to get used to her presence. And his attitude. He liked her thus far, and the feeling was mutual. They seemed to play well off of one another. Smirking inside, Tzila could now name another wolf within the pack who was on her good list. There was also Serem, whose logic appealed to her. She did not have time for wolves lacking in common sense. 

"Yes. I've steered clear of the coast here, to our north." Moving on, she fixed him with a level gaze. She hadn't forgotten what he had inquired of her before. "And as for my agenda..." She moistened her lips with her tongue, thinking back. "You heard what he said at the first meeting. Seek out other packs...gather what information, if any, they can offer about these...tremors." She paused for a moment, quite sure that his memory served him well. "I intend to scout the lands to the north myself, and soon in hopes of answers."