Haunted Wood Do you dare to look him right in the eyes?

She may not have been present to witness the fight that resulted in their gain of a new captor, but she certainly had learned of it. Nothing escaped Tzila. She was an attentive individual. Comfortable in her shadows, she took every opportunity to lurk...to watch. Like the dreaded monster under a child’s bed. And if she wasn't doing that, then you could bet it wouldn't be long till the news reached her. As it did everyone else in these hellish woods.

She was a busy woman. Busy enough not to prioritize visiting some fool before her more immediate tasks were complete. Today her schedule was a little more open. In a disturbing turn for the worse - or for the benefit of the pack, she had begun to develop the first buds of interest in the fine, sinful art of toxicology. Such beauty in those plants, laced with the promise of so much pain, on so many levels. And even death. Silently, wraith like, she approached the rim of the pit, where Serem already stood. Only she, with her predatory gait, head low and shoulders held high, held a sinister presence on an entirely different level. Her jaws parted, pearly strings of saliva stretched like webbing between her pristine teeth. A low, hiss like growl curled around her words. "Do not make our Sergeant tell you again." She took a step closer, daring to place one front paw over the rim and on the downwards slope that lead inside. At the same time, she made it a point to lightly bump her flank against Serem's in a show of comradery. Her tongue flickered out over her lips, snake like. "Unless you would prefer two broken legs..."