Bramblepoint the one minute

Her voice died, as did with it any remaining hope of looking upon the Queen of Moonspear again and her followers. Scrunching her eyelids shut tightly, a pained grimace seemed to be etched permanently on her face as she bowed her head in defeat. Even here, inland, it seemed that all she even remotely knew, was being taken from her. She hardly believed it was worth going back to Yuelong at this point. 

The approach of paw steps drew her out of her moment of loss. Enough to consider her pack and Hua. Of where she had came from. Surely the Empress would need to know of this. She was a close ally to Moonspear, having worked with Hydra many times in the past. The question was if she even wanted to be the bearer of such news. What she did know at least, was that she could not simply leave her seaside home without a word. 

Cracking her silver eyes open, Tzila had the look of someone worn and battered from the inside out. She looked at him dully, without her usual intensity. Although seeing Wintersbane did strike something familiar in her. Once, long ago on the coast, they had briefly crossed paths. How things had changed since then. If he remembered her or not, she didn't care. "No. I was just in the area." She had survived much in her life and had long adopted the lifestyle of looking out for herself. Pack life had changed that, but tragedy was tempting her back to her old ways.