Wheeling Gull Isle ding dong, the dragon's not dead

Knowing the truth and unable to hide from it any longer, Tzila took it upon herself to steal away to the cave known as Rizhao's Temple. She had never been inside before, but she knew where it was located. Her nerves were fried, tangled knots coiled tightly in her stomach. She wasn't ready for this. Trying to slip away, unnoticed somewhere cool and dark, seemed like the only reasonable course of action to her, right now.

As she neared the gaping entrance on the hillside, Astaroth's call filled the air. Her skin prickled with goosebumps, and not in a good way. She only quickened her steps, squeezing her eyes shut. He's mad at me, mad at me... It's all ruined... The dreadful thoughts echoed in her skull, against which her ears were pinned. She had noticed him the other day, when Hua's pups were introduced. How he refused to look at her. That had been the only cue she needed from him. She wouldn't be chastised...not now. She needed to be alone. A silent blip of a shadow, she whisked by and into darkness.