Haunted Wood New Kid on the Block

His suave tone might as well have fell on deaf ears. Tzila cared little for such mannerisms. Until she deemed his worthiness, or lack thereof. As he spoke his piece, inquiring if this was indeed the home of the Nightwalkers, and her affiliation with the pack, her faint smile slowly slipped away to be replaced with a more neutral expression. Feminine chiseled features hardened. There was but one of two reasons the golden one was at their door. Either he was here to offer his services or ask of theirs. Or, to join their dark ranks. The latter was more likely, being that he carried no scent but his own.

The thought of yet another filling up the slots made her eyes crinkle at the edges. More competition. More jostling for power. But at least he wasn't a female, as her hard wired instincts pinned them as a more direct threat to her status. "Indeed it is." She breathed, taking a calculated step forward. Her shoulders rolled with her stride, velveteen skin lining her muzzle beginning to crinkle. "Only the strong, the ruthless survive here. Murderers." Tzila had killed before, and not so long ago. She wouldn't think twice about doing it again. 

To answer his second question. "I am. Tzila." The name slipped off her vipers’ tongue in smooth drawl, but hardly requiring much effort due to the nature of her voice. Here she was, alone at the borders with a stranger. The temptation was oh so great to exercise her dominance over him by default. To lunge, to pin him to the earth where he so rightfully belonged beneath her. To see if he would fight back...how much fire ran in his veins. She stepped to the side, prepared to begin encircling him like a shark out for blood. If this man thought that women were the weaker sex, then he had another thing coming. Tzila would gladly educate him of their superiority. "Vengeance is our Warlord. What is it you seek?" She pressed, not quite ready to summon the real Master just yet.