Haunted Wood I should probably know this shit by now, but no.

Tzila could understand Serem's momentary tension. She had been involved in a scuffle recently and the Nightwalkers wasn't exactly a pack of friendly wolves. Unless vexed, Tzila saw no reason to unleash her own personal fury on the Consort. 

"Serem." She stated, more as a means of re-establishing their identities, between the two of them. Tail still held aloft and waving in the air slightly, she circled around to her side. Silver eyes ran over her body. Over the healing wounds. Visually inspecting her general state for herself. "I heard what happened the other day. At the pit. I was in the area and wanted to see how you were coming along." She said matter of factly. When the male, Revui was first deposited there, and Serem visited, Tzila had had her back. And she still did now.