Cassiopeia's View back in black

After the attack in Elysium, Tzila had found herself loathing bears simply for what they were. She had even briefly been hell bent on exacting her revenge upon their kind, for the act of a single individual. But after contemplation, she deemed it a waste of her time. Her feelings towards bears remained the same, but these days she would rather put forth her energy into more fruitful efforts. If only the mysterious white-faced man beside her had voiced his feelings aloud, then they would have known of their common disdain.

Up here, laying side by side with a fellow who so far, seemed agreeable enough company, the shadow Queen took in the impressive view that sprawled below them. She had never realized how small it appeared, from this vantage. The forests that stretched for miles with their great trees now looked like only little dots of land. Rivers like veins, lakes like mere puddles. Away from the Nightwalkers for the time being, she felt no sense of pressure. Of competition or restraint due to her rank. She could act as she wished...as she believed she was meant to.

"Should you ever meet him, you'll know it when you do." She said, remembering the Warlords sheer bulk, demeanor and of course, memorable scent. Regrettably, Tzila had not gotten to spend as much time with him as she would have liked. It was partially her fault, for keeping busy, especially with the master mind solider Black Hat. She would expand her integration within the pack further. Shifting further onto her side, she faced Grimsley more. "First hire, as Mercenaries. If there is something you want or need done...or someone you don't like eliminated, we will do the job. There is no task we won't take on." She smirked, somewhat darkly.