Deepwood Weald I go my own way

For @Revui.

Her pattern as of late had been consistent. Tzila was spending more and more time away from the Nightwalkers, often found anywhere but the Haunted woods. Though very much a ranking member, she had distanced herself greatly from the pack. Deep in her bones, she could feel her reclusive nature coming alive again. That familiar pull to break away, as she had done so many times in her short life. Growing stronger as the weeks passed. And yet she lingered, like a ghost on the outskirts. She was a patient wolf. Cunning and clever. Enough so that she knew to bide her time. To wait until an opportunity presented itself. She would not act irrationally, weighing her options instead. 

Tucked away in the deepest reaches of the Weald, Tzila was enjoying herself. Mid hunt, a panicked hare zig zagged and sprinted for its life. In hot pursuit was the black clad wolf, marred with scarlet. She charged through the snow which flew up around her in great plumes, dusting her coat. Nimbly, she dodged the few trees that occasionally stood in her way. Her muscles burned from exertion, but it was feeling she relished. Working for her meal. Alone. With one final surge, she flung herself at the white rabbit and with a thump, crushed its hind end beneath her chest. Still alive, cries of agony were abruptly silenced by the clamping of jaws around its neck.