Sea Lion Shores Visions I Vandalized

Tail upright and lashing, the velvet black of Tzila's muzzle crinkled, ready to brandish her teeth (and use them) if this woman didn't step down and heed Hua's advice. In her condition, with unborn lives nestled in her body, she wasn't willing to risk a physical battle with another wolf unless it couldn't be avoided. She had taken a risk the first time with Strand, the captive. Lucky for her she had gotten away without a scratch.

Her thoughts ticking, a dark ear swiveled to listen to the sea lions nearby. She considered the stranger who wanted to hunt them, that which was not rightfully hers. They could let her do the dirty work of the hunt and then chase her off, keeping the spoils for themselves. But that would be sending the wrong message entirely. So Tzila waited to see what she would do, a low vibration of a growl lodged in her throat.