Wheeling Gull Isle for what future may come

Smirking, Tzila made her claim official. By the very fringes of the den site, just where the driftwood had gathered, she laid down her mark. Her way of stating to all inhabitants on this island, that this place was hers. Astaroth was more than welcome to do the same - she wouldn't stop him. Casting a fond look back at her property, she wondered if this would be the one and only time she used it in her life. 

"I think I would like to go with you right now. I'm not busy and I want to keep my hunting skills sharp." Moving away from the den site and turning further inland to where the small forest awaited them, she kept close to his side. A subtle gleam and a small smile on her lips conveyed another unsaid reason for her decision. She wanted to be with him as much as possible. To strengthen their bond.