Haunted Wood Punishment was cure for those Who dare to cross the line

With fresh crimson blood staining her muzzle, Tzila watched as the coyote wheezed its last breath. She was happy to let Vengeance, Hela and Valour to finish off the fourth one. The yearlings, while already seasoned fighters, could always benefit from refining their skills in the art of slaughter. She had slain her victim on her own, though it was hardly a difficult battle to be won. She tipped her head almost quizzically, entrapped in fascination while examining the exposed innards. To learn of how the body worked, how it was pieced together. It could benefit her down the road, should she ever choose to follow a path like one Serem or Alison had. Perhaps too, in battle, if she really wanted an edge.

Snapped from her trance when the last of the coyotes was dead, she glared at the yearlings with a triumphant little smile. "Let nothing go to waste. Our...dinner guests turned up at just the right time during this famine." And speaking of which... She turned to her Warlord, sniffing momentarily at the fresh carcass at his feet. She then met his eyes, raising one brow inquisitively. "Have you been briefed about the pack to our west, Roangeda? Serem and I paid them a recent visit." She offered, loud enough for Valour and Hela to hear, confident that this trip with Serem instead of Black Hat, and its outcome, would not have Vengeance irritated like last time. Tzila had been certain to play her hand carefully.