Haunted Wood New Kid on the Block

Round two, just to keep track.

Tzila expected nothing less than savage acceptance towards her attack. In knowing that Ghidorah was of the same mindset as she, she wasn't at all surprised by his violent shift. She welcomed it...wanted to see it for herself. To experience that monster within to leave no doubt in her mind that his blackened heart was truly fit for the Nightwalkers.

In her youth, she liked to think that she was a decent fighter. But at only two years old, there were many wolves more experienced than her. She preferred to learn as she went, conjuring up new tactics and testing these experiments when the time came. Fueled by the hot surge of adrenaline racing through her body, her eyes gleaming like twin silver stars were full of a sickening glee. He was not like the brute she and Serem had slain, who had crumbled, writhed and screamed for mercy. This one had a mind of quick thinking. Her grip on his neck loosened ever so slightly as he reeled back, bringing her with him. She would need the leverage, but underestimated her timing by a split second. In a dizzying whirl they were flipped and she was nearly pinned beneath his bulk. But like a true serpent, Tzila was an agile creature and slid deftly out from under him, scarlet guard hairs just grazing his underbelly.

Turning to face him without missing another beat, snow and mud erupted violently in the wake of her skidding paws, although one such foreleg she had not withdrawn in time. His teeth clamped down over the limb, slicing through flesh and drawing beads of ruby red. Here, Tzila imployed a new tactic of which she had been considering as of late. Instead of trying to jerk away or crying out in agony, a sadistic little smile formed on her lips. She hissed in a delighted voice, while actually pushing her leg into the touch of his fangs, using the white-hot sparks of pain to fuel her own fire. Out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed the looming form of Vengeance. Watching but not interfering. "Good. Bear witness to my ritual. Watch as the shadows...my shadows and I work as one!" She proclaimed wordlessly yet clearly in her own mind, and his own. 

Seeing Ghidorah's mistake by raising his paw to try and claw at her face, cat like, she went for it. Her jaws, lined with his freshly spilled blood, opened on their hinges, clamping down with bone shattering force around said paw. Grunting dementedly, she twisted the joint. Whipping her head back around a second time, she slammed her cranium into the tender and unprotected stretch of his throat, where his windpipe would sustain a bruising.