Altar of Twilight Unleashed

There was no rebuff. No snide comments or mocking little snippets for her choice. Tzila wanted to let her inner tension go, but found that she could not. She added on at last "In the end it turned out not to be what I was hoping...looking for." Hydra's oh so simply phrased question would have been easy for any ordinary wolf to answer. But for Tzila, when it was voiced, her legs nearly buckled. She almost turned away, flinching as if she had been struck. It had hit home, and hard.

Pressing her eyelids shut, she drew in a slow breath. Thinking. Trying to collect herself. Bits of her past flew by like pictures of a crudely put together photo album in her mind. Memories, possibilities, accomplishments...mistakes. She peeled her eyes open, staring at the snow beneath her paws. "I'm not sure even I know who I really am." And how could she? Her past was a train wreck littered with sins of bitterness and resentment. An innocent soul could only handle so much before they were ruined.