Big Salmon Lake [BWP P4 Prey Opportunity] katatonia

Chaos was on the brink of erupting. The tension that brewed in the air could be cut with a knife. Amidst it all, Tzila held her own, being the tenacious, aggressive individual that she was. Greedily, she tore the heart muscle from its casing and is she did, vital arteries and veins severed, squirting a fresh fountain of blood streaking down the bridge of her muzzle. Freshly painted and glistening, she looked up as more wolves arrived. One dark figure in particular and her band of followers forced her attention. Her experienced eye was instantly drawn to the confident way in which Hydra carried herself, coming to stand nearest the two Nightwalkers. Had she been from anywhere else than Moonspear, the shadow keeper would have attacked on sight. But it was her unmistakable scent, the scent of allies, that earned this formidable woman a glance of respect.

To her declaration, Tzila only replied simply in a low voice. "In honor of our alliance...with pleasure." She drawled in a forboding growl. Hydra may be a Queen, but of Moonspear. Not of Nightwalkers. Like Black Hat, Tzila despised being given orders and was more inclined to rebel than obey. But in this case, it was the way in which Hydra's request was delivered that made the difference. Not seconds after the signal was given and the words from her lips, did Tzila act. Dark ears pricked forward aggressively as she turned to face the Creek wolf, Sarah. Quivering lips pulled back to unsheathe her dagger like weapons, while taking a single menacing step forward, to place a paw dominantly over the ribcage of the moose. Then, like a loaded spring, she lunged with a snarl akin to thunder, webbings of saliva clinging to her teeth. She glided alongside Black Hat, aiming to use the full weight of her body to bowl the female over. While her partner tried to go for the throat, she would target her soft belly if she didn't keep her footing.