Haunted Wood you are the rite of movement

Though young, Hela did not seem at all surprised that Tzila had been lurking. For being thrust into the midst of such a hostile pack, she seemed to be holding her composure quite well. She huffed softly to herself in modest approval. She had to give the girl credit.

Sliding up comfortably next to her side but still keeping some space between them, she gave an affirmative hum. "They usually do." Meeting Hela's stare, she canted her head slightly. "Though, you are young. How do you know? Intuition?" Her tone was like that of a teacher, quizzing a student.