Haunted Wood Toxicity

September 25th. Late afternoon 54°, partly cloudy. For @BlackHat. 

Tzila had been keeping busy. The difference between her routine here and hers in Elysium, was drastic. In her former pack, she did the bare minimum, content to let others practically do all the hard work. She needn't lift a paw. All her needs had been met. But here with the Nightwalkers it was different. She had purpose. Ambitions... The likes of which she would stop at nothing to fulfill, one way or another. 

Her days consisted of many long hours. She rose early to patrol, fill caches or even spy on her pack mates, should she get the chance. She retained her somewhat nocturnal nature, opting to stay up late...well into the darkest hours of the morning. Today, while she glided silently through the misty forest like a dark wraith, she was bristling with restless energy. Her tense jaw hinted that she was just scraping for a fight, but also, that her mind was busy. What Vengeance had said at the meeting had imprinted on her mind. Other packs. Seek them out. Learn. She sneered softly. Tzila had done much traveling during her short time in the Teekon. Heading in the direction of the northernmost border, she had already made up her mind that she would set out, in less than a weeks time.