Neverwinter Forest to the funny farm!

She had been busy lately. Adapting from the transition from the coast to the forest, the change of which was somewhat of a relief. The threat of flooding was reduced, and for Tzila, it felt nice to be back in the comfort of a forest. Only that here, she knew Mal, the pack's Alpha was in charge. The only time they had met, she had left a less than savory impression on the dappled man. But that was a long time ago. She didn't dwell long. With Sotiris growing by the day and adjusting to his new surroundings, motherhood had kept Tzila on her toes.

Having been offered a pupil, one of Yuelong's youngest to train, she took up the offer quickly. She didn't know which of the children who it would be, but would happily take any of them on. Tzila was eager to pass on what she knew to the next generation. On the very same trail on which Nǚwū tracked her, she concluded a brief hunt with a snap of her jaws. In them she clutched a fat gopher, the perfect size for her son to practice with, both in taste and as prey.