Altar of Twilight Unleashed

For @Hydra.

Freedom. It felt as if a great weight had finally been lifted off her crimson cloaked shoulders. Tzila had severed all ties with the Nightwalkers without a word or a sound. She had left not so much as a hair of her own, weaved with her scent, behind. She had come to this decision long ago. It had only been a matter of time. Vengeance, she had respected to a point. Hela, the new Warlord, she did not. No matter if she had won the title by claiming his life. She was still a child. The throne was no place for children. Tzila had strung them along, fooling them into thinking they controlled her. No one did and her final, unapologetic act of defiance drove the point home, like an arrow through the heart.

Smirking easily, she was better suited to the lone wolf life anyways, she thought. No rules...no competition...no sharing. Without a pack to support her, she would further carve herself into a hardened survivor on her own, as she had done for so long. She had no set plan in place for the future. If by chance she happened upon a willing travel companion, then she wouldn't turn them away. But only if their personalities meshed well. Or heavens forbid, find another unsuspecting pack to latch onto. She would wait and see what fate had in store for her first. Walking with a newfound ease in her step in the darkest hours of the night, she was in her element as she headed north, away from the Haunted Wood. She sought sanctuary...to be alone and at peace. Nearing the very edge of Moonspear's range, she took care to slip through this silent valley with senses pricked. She gave the resident wolf pack of the grand mountains a wide berth, un-willing to infringe. She would find a detour if she had to.