Wheeling Gull Isle Those long winter nights

Tzila too, answered the call from Aiolos. Although her mood for the festivities had lessened since last night, she still wanted to participate, if only to try and grow closer to her pack mates. As she crossed towards the Lavender Xin, moonlit eyes darted to the side, where empty space lay before her. She breathed a sigh. Ideally, Astaroth would have been with her now, but he was still absent. Still away on his trip. It was getting harder for her to keep her spirits up without him around.

Upon her arrival, she looked over those who had gathered. Her Empress and Emperor were already there of course. Two others, a man and a woman she knew little of, were also here. She had not come with no contribution. In her jaws she held the limp carcass of a freshly caught sea otter. An adolescent, too young and inexperienced to have escaped her teeth. Wordlessly, she deposited it at the pile, nodding to her leaders.