Deepwood Weald I go my own way

He listened. Mostly because he had to. She was there, and she was full of spite, which spilled over via her tongue. So many words and so much emotion - but he listened. It did not make much sense to Revui that she would be out here roaming instead of taking care of her problem; but then, words had that effect on him. Actions were so much louder - and more permanent. Maybe she was afraid of what the Nightwalkers would do to her if she followed-through with her true desire.

When there was quiet, he almost did not notice it. Revui appeared distracted and disinterested. He had been listening, truly, but it took a beat before he caught on to that gaping emptiness of silence and filled it with his own mumbled words. He shrugged, furthering his indifference, and offered her one more olive branch of advice: Find somewhere else, then.

She wasn't willing to kill the offending wolf. The pack would rise up against her if she even tried, and it sounded as if she had a small modicum of respect for the girl deep down. If they weren't a good enough leader that was one thing, but if Tzila wasn't willing to take over and do a (subjectively) better job, there was only one course of action. It seemed simple to him.