Wheeling Gull Isle the woes of the fool

Tzila is attacking from behind, aiming for the scruff to try and pin Strand down.

The message didn't seem to be getting through to this ding-bat. She had a one-track mind and was completely blinded by her own self-induced anger. She, Hua and Astaroth had all given Strand their warnings. A chance to back out, to turn around and go back to wherever it was she came from. She refused. And instead, made possibly the stupidest mistake of her life.

She launched herself at Astaroth. The father of her unborn children. The one man who meant the world to her. Cold silver eyes widened for a fraction of a second while dark pupils shrunk to pinpricks. Then all hell broke loose. Surging after her with a heathen's growl, grains of sand exploded in the wake of Tzila's charge. While Strand had her back turned, focused on Astaroth, she used the bitch's vulnerability to aim her jaws at the scruff of her neck. Clamping down, she jerked her back, using her superior size and weight to try and force her face down into the sand.