Haunted Wood New Kid on the Block

Tzila liked to believe that she could kill this man, if she truly wanted to. But he was older and clearly an experienced fighter. Better than her, though she dared not admit it. Spilling his life blood would do no good this day. He was an asset that the pack could use greatly. As he spoke in mock praise of her efforts thus far, she had nothing to offer him other than a soft little huff. In the blink of an eye he had clamped down his jaws around her muzzle, to which she elicited a rumbling growl like thunder from storm clouds. 

Before he sent her form flying away, she reared up, seizing the opportunity by the throat. A wolves nails were sharp, but not nearly as so as a felines. Raising her paws, she flexed her toes and dug those said nails around his forehead, dangerously close to his eyes where beads of blood oozed from those black little talons. Thrust aside and onto the ground, she hissed again whilst a set of fresh slicing cuts lined her muzzle. Tzila was full of stamina, and used the rolling momentum to get back to her feet. Shaking out her coat and any debris stuck within, she pointedly sat down, declaring an unofficial end to their match. "Tch. Well, you have proven enough to me." Her eyes skipped to Vengeance, her diabolical King, then back to Golden Boy. "Now he will pass judgement." She declared, handing over the floor to the Warlord.