Cassiopeia's View back in black

She let him soak the information all in, however interested or not he was. It was his to do what he chose with, to decide what snippets truly intrigued him. And so it seemed, when he pressed for more pertaining specifically to Elysium, Moonspear and her very own pack, that his deepest curiosity might be linked to her. When he met her gaze again, with his intense red eyes, she met it. Tzila ignored any irritation visible on his contrasting black and white features. As relaxed as she appeared on the outside, she could turn in a split second if pissed off. There was no wolf she had yet to meet whom she'd happily give a taste of her hair trigger temper.

"The crumbling of Elysium started not long after an attack by a grizzly. It slaughtered two of their loved ones." Her voice was emotionless. She had been involved, yes. Maybe she had even cared, back then. But certainly not now. "They tried to recover from the loss...to move on. But I could already see it was futile. Their weakness was obvious." She curled her tail over her exposed rear paws, crossing a slender foreleg comfortably over the other. "Moonspear is led by an iron queen - Hydra. I have only met her once, briefly." Something flashed in the depths of her eyes. "She is not a wolf to be crossed."

She lapsed into silence just long enough for him to consider her words of warning. The smirk that had faded from her lips reappeared. "My pack is the Nightwalkers." She stated with a proud little lift of her chin. "We are led by our Warlord, Vengeance. He is nothing short of ruthless. Vile...easily prickled. But undeniably a worthy leader." She drew in a breath, letting the air in her lungs expand, heaving her chest. "We are a pack of mercenaries. Only the strong survive there. Competition is fierce." Her expression hardened some. "Hardly for the faint of heart."