Wheeling Gull Isle the woes of the fool

Minor power play approved by Fira.

With her tactic a success, Tzila put the final phase of her plan into action. Instead of going for the throat, or worse, Strand's exposed belly to disembowel her. Releasing her hold, she set her eyes on Astaroth, muttering a simple "Control her back legs."  Grabbing her by the side of her neck, with her companion's assistance in restraining her, the wraith began to drag her body along through the sand.

Not far from the scuffle that was un-folding, the sandy ground dipped, forming a shallow bowl where sea water from the high tides had collected. The devil that still lived within Tzila emerged then, smoldering eyes peering from the inside through a looking glass. Roughly despositing the sandy wolf's body at this very spot, she jerked her forth, shoving her head down and under the shallow depths of water that had collected in the depression. "You want your fucking ocean back?! Here, then take it!" She snarled, placing a firm paw down to hold her head in place. While the act was sinister in of itself, Tzila's aim was not to kill. Just to keep Strand's face submerged until she blacked out.