Deepwood Weald I go my own way

With watchful eyes, Tzila searched for his reaction. Only to find nothing other than the soft little huff he let out. She had not been present of course, when it was just him and the former Warlord, when he confessed his plans of revenge. So she could not assume if Vengeance too, had been on his hit list. The question that she knew was coming did indeed leave his lips. Tzila did not hesitate in offering her answer.

"A child, not even physically come of age." Though her expression remained impassive, the hint of disgust in her tone was palpable. "You might know her as Hela." Dark lids flitted over her eyes momentarily as she took in a steadying breath. "He met his end in a challenge for rank..." Her cold silver eyes opened again, and when she did, she pointedly turned her head to the side, ears slicked back. "...and now she expects us to fall in line like good little troops." Her outer shell was beginning to crack, to show the faint outlines of emotion hidden within.