Haunted Wood The voice of rage and ruin.

This steele coated man may have thought his icy composure may serve him well, disguising his rage. But Tzila saw right through it. That cold flame in his eyes. She knew that look all too well. The reason why, was that it was often she wore in her youth, under the torment of her own blood brother. She wanted to make him pay...to break him. And she had. He would be a fool to ever show his face again, that wretched kin of hers.

What had been nothing but weeks of selective silence on behalf of his part, the brute finally spoke! She wanted to laugh, and the very words he said nearly made her do so. If Tzila could have face palmed in this moment, then she most certainly would have. With an expression of feigned perplexidness, she shook her head. "The forest looked safe." "What are you seriously just that fucking stupid or is your nose broken?" If it was one thing she couldn't stand in others, it was utter, blatant stupidity. Her voice grew more severe. "The borders are marked for a reason." She took a meaningful step forward, lips curling, tail thrust upright. "You were practically asking to be attacked...to be taken captive. You brought this shit storm unto yourself." His family, his pack, Moonspear would have surely done just the same, if not executed a trespasser. It was the way of the wolf. Raw instinct.