Deepwood Weald I go my own way

Her eyes narrowed, showing contempt. Not towards him, but to the situation in Nightwalkers. "Defeating him as she did is an impressive feat in of itself. That I won't argue." She said, exposing some of her more rational train of thought. The look she gave Revui now was still serious, but also meaningful. She thought it about time to fill him in, just a little, regarding what type of wolf she really was. Not as a Nightwalker, but an individual. "I was never a team player. I joined them only to sate my curiosity and for my personal gain. I never once swore any type of loyalty."

She turned to move, to begin a slow walk further through the forest. A glance invited him to walk with her. "That being said, I do not offer my loyalty easily, let alone my respect." It had to be earned. But there was one wolf, one whom he was very close to, who had earned such a rarity instantly. The moment Tzila had laid eyes on her. "So, I see little point in the effort of leading a pack of mongrels who would follow a child rather than an adult with actual experience. That right there says a lot about their character and I would rather not associate with such a lack of common sense."