Haunted Wood Sleeping with strangers

She had elected not to seek out Serem earlier in the day to tend to her wounds. All of them were superficial, and would heal on their own, with time. Tzila kept her den tidy, to ensure dirt, debris and bacteria didn't seep into the open wounds, causing infection. She was a survivor after all. And survivors did not need to rely on the help of others. It was a defiant statement of her choosing, a reflection of her strength.

As she patrolled the borders unhurriedly, there was no trace of resentment on her face. She wasn't angry or disappointed in herself that she had lost the challenge for rank. She was content enough where she was, in a relatively high position compared to the majority of the pack. Others who would even think of challenging her, she would put in their place before they could act. Yet a frown still marred her features, brows knitted. She still wasn't sure how to feel about Hela leading. Up ahead, coming in her direction, was a hulking agouti figure. Hashut. She had seen him before, but never engaged in conversation. Issuing a chuff, she hastened towards him to meet halfway. Though she approached with a raised tail, she did not feel compelled to actively assert her status. He was one of the few males in the pack and therefore, out of immediate danger of her hormonal wrath.