Haunted Wood Scared and confused

Dark slender legs stretched out before her, chest grazing the ground, now strewn with freshly fallen leaves. The curve of her spine dipped while her hind end rose, a satisfying crunch sounding in her vertebral joints. It was good to be home, in her dark, misty woods. Tzila had done quite a bit of traveling recently, and all for a good cause. The Nightwalkers needed as much resources as they could get their paws on now. Winter would be upon the land soon and everyone would struggle to survive.

She had managed to pillage some meat from the carcass of the moose that rightfully belonged to her pack and Moonspear. Stored away in the caches, she couldn't help but purse her lips in a frown at wondering how long even those would last. She was even starting to contemplate hunting coyotes, if she had to. The earthquakes were only growing more violent, their rumbling keeping her up at night. Weary from a lack of rest, Tzila decided the only way she would get some sleep tonight would be if she physically wore herself out. For hours on end, she patrolled the borders and beyond, watchful of any wolves who were not an ally, infringing on their patch. What...or rather who she came across instead, was completely unexpected. A flash of pale, creamy fur and a small frame. A young wolf and one who appeared scared shitless. Smirking, Tzila did not yet realize who Minnow was, and moved to block her path. She knew a golden opportunity when she saw it. "What's the rush, young one?" She crooned.