Haunted Wood you are the rite of movement

Slowly, their numbers were growing. There was already a fresh, young face in the ranks of the Nightwalkers. A child, forced to flee from her home, but ultimately saved from certain death by one of their own. Valour had done well to find Hela...to bring her here. But this was the Haunted Wood...the Nightwalkers. A misplaced youth like her would either stiffen her spine or be eaten alive. For Tzila, she saw an opportunity. Pups were so easily influenced. There was so much potential to mould them, depending on their personality of course.

She had tracked the stray child down, deep within the heart of the woods. Beneath their feet, the earth continued to rumble. It wasn't as strong as some as the previous tremors, but the increasing occurrences were enough to make even the newly emboldened shadow Queen a little wary. She stepped up behind the young female, keeping a few body lengths between them. "Get used to them. They don't seem like they will be going away anytime soon." She offered cooly, turning to fix her eyes where Hela's own rested in the distance.