Wheeling Gull Isle nothing but goodbye

A summoning howl from Hua roused Tzila, who had been resting in the comforting shade of a tree. Slowly, she picked her head up, dark ears twitching. She hadn't been asleep fortunately. The occasional rumbles of nausea and hunger pangs had kept her from getting a sound nights rest as of late. The Empress’s call didn't sound particularly urgent. It sounded...inviting. Figuring that she could use a distraction from the stresses of her pregnancy, Tzila got up and headed to the source of Hua's voice. The Quiet.

When she arrived, only a few other wolves including Hua herself and Minori, plus a firery male she wasn't all that familiar with, were already there. She rose a dark brow, remaining silent as Hua explained the purpose of this little get together. A...game? She hesitated, unaware of what might be showing on her face. Having had less than a perfect childhood, Tzila never indulged in games. She was too focused looking after herself, on toughening up.

But...she supposed she could give this a shot. Slipping into the water, she inhaled a breath, ducking her head underneath, to wash her scent clean from her fur. Emerging to hear the last of Hua's instructions, she had already decided which team she would be on. She smirked to herself. She would hide. She was infamous for her stealth, for her ability to melt into the darkness. Her namesake wasn't just for nothing you know. Taking off silently, she hugged the lines of a far wall where the shadows stretched, reaching a point where the rocky ground dipped into a bowl like impression before her. Here she ducked down into this low-lying hiding spot, crouching in wait, nearly flush against the stone.