Wheeling Gull Isle the woes of the fool

Have a Tzila. <3

Although pregnant and just beginning to show, added with swarming emotions, did not mean Tzila was out of commission by any means. It would take more than just a few pains and hunger pangs to keep her down. She would tough it out all the way till the end. Even if she was scared shitless.

The call that sounded from the outskirts was un-familiar. Pushy. Demanding. Her jaw set, crimson tipped hackles flaring slightly. This was their damn island! Who did this outsider think they were, banging on their front door with such audacity?! She arrived, marching briskly up to Hua's side. Astaroth was there too, thank goodness. She gave him a quick half smile. Her Empress looked none too pleased with the sandy female before them. Ears pricked, body rigid and tail high, a shoulder bump to her friend affirmed her standing. 

The words that flew off this vile woman's tongue immediately hit her the wrong way. No one talked to either of her friends like that! Hackles bristling further, Tzila's muzzle crinkled in an ugly snarl, a growl like oceanic thunder rolling forth. "They, are my comrades. And I suggest you watch your tongue before I rip it out for you." She said, taking a single step forward with a roll her shoulders, tail lashing. She would put her skill set as a warrior to good use here and now, if it boiled down to that.