Haunted Wood we were hungry before we were born

The Shadow Queen was swift to answer the call. It struck her as curious that it was coming from Hela, and not one of the adults. Trailing the path of blood that weaved its way through the forest, and towards the small gathering. The crimson droplets led to Hela, though the blood was not entirely her own. Mixed in it was the unmistakable stench belonging to Vengeance. 

Her face contorted into stony mask, chiseled features hardened. Vengeance was dead. Slain by but a mere child, claiming the title for herself. Tzila stared in silent acknowledgement at Hela, unsure of how to feel about what had just transpired. Not of Vengeance's undoing, but of having a youngster in a position of power. On one paw, she was proud for Hela. But on the other...envy stirred deep in her chest. When Serem was appointed as the new General, Tzila was not surprised. Her icy stare hardened on the former Consort. Not in resentment, but in determination. She stood silently with a smooth, powerful roll of her shoulders. Her intention was clear. A flick of her eyes to Hela conveyed her wish to settle this affair after the meeting had drawn to a close.

With Vengeance out of the picture and Alison to boot, Tzila had seen her opportunity. She was done waiting, lurking in the shadows.