Haunted Wood I want the glitter on me

With an instinctive growl bubbling in her throat, she arrived at the gathering with her usual strut and show of arrogance. Head carried high, tail upright. Despite her rank as a grunt (that will change!) Tzila still was never shy about expressing her dominant nature. It had been far too long since the Nightwalkers had a decent meal, and this small group of deer was just what they needed. It was of course, Vanity who had called them. The higher ranking female was their lead hunter, but Tzila still had yet to face her one on one.

Stiffly, as the white faced female gave out the orders, Tzila brushed in between Black Hat and Serem, signaling a certain possessiveness. These two she trusted...respected. Vanity had yet to earn that Shadow Queen, regardless of her rank. Yet the moment was fleeting and she slipped past the two inconspicuously, to observe the herd from a distance. After watching for a moment, and with the plan set, she turned to wait for further instructions.