Deepwood Weald I go my own way

Tzila cared little what Revui's reaction might be. Only that he heard her. She didn't need verbal acknowledgement. Often times, body language or a glance, said so much more than words could. If he did think that Tzila might be afraid of what the Nightwalkers would do to her when she left, he was sadly mistaken. If they came after her, she would cut them down one by one. Serem was perhaps the only wolf within the pack she truly trusted. Others, she had proven herself against by sheer example alone and her long-standing rank as Major. Tzila had killed before and she would do it again. 

But even if they did dare come for her, finding her would be no easy task. The Shadow Queen was infamous for making herself disappear, and with good reason. After the stretch of silence between them, broken only by his simple piece of advice, Tzila looked at him out of the corner of one cold silver eye. There was no fear there...no worry for the safety of her own hide. Only self-resolution. "I know what I must do. Next time...if you see me, the circumstances will be different." She was curious of his own reason for vanishing from the Wilds altogether. Why he had not returned to Moonspear. But he didn't offer it and she didn't ask. That might be for another day. Without another word or a backwards glance, Tzila slipped away, melting back into the shadows from whence she came.