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

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Serem was here for a reason. Though badly injured, the grey-scale males wounds needed to be tended to. As a captive, he was to be kept alive for a reason. The details of which, she was unaware of as of yet, but she would not question the reasoning behind the Warlord's or General's decision. Emitting another throaty growl, cold eyes pinned on her lesser, Tzila addressed Serem. "I got your back. I will handle him."

Her intentions were made clear the instant she slunk down into the pit, scarlet hackles raised for intimidation. She would not stop at just a standoff. In a whip like movement, she lunged with a bellowing snarl, forcing him down...beneath her. Right where he belonged. She applied her full weight to hold him in place, angling her body just so, to allow Serem to do her work. Her jaws hovered over the base of his neck, ready to scruff him like a whelp should he be uncooperative.