Firefly Glen The Witching Hour

"The female. Her name is Hela." She clarified. "Vengeance did play some part in training her, but from what I understand, her mentor was a wolf named Black Hat. I believe it was with him, that she spent the majority of her training with." Tzila had never had much interaction in the way with Hela. Though taking down Vengeance on her own at such a young age was an impressive feat, as an adult, she did not believe it was a child's place to do so. 

Her silver eyes narrowed with a detesting glint, still latched to his own. "I was never one to go with the flow. I am accustomed to playing by my own rules." Her voice was cold and un-yielding, a reflection of this deep rooted belief of hers. "And now...now to be led by a child, who has no leadership experience whatsoever..." Her lip began to curl. "It disgusts me." Her frustration was evident the more she spoke. She did not miss Vengeance. The pack was a free for all when he was Warlord, just as it was this very day. The only difference was that he had earned her respect. Hela on the other hand, had not. The Nightwalkers scent was faint on her black fur, a clue of her increasing disinterest in the pack.