Haunted Wood uncover our heads and reveal our souls

Tzila had a good hold on the back of Serem's neck at first. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the black female lunge from the side, to tackle her. The position she was in was compromised, giving Serem ample room and time to execute her move, even if Tzila did let go. Silver eyes narrowed, her muscles tightened, bracing against the impact of Serem's body against her own.

She stumbled, relinquishing her grip, maw bloodied. Her shoulder was first to hit the ground, but she kept her head upright. Lips peeling back, she met Serem tooth to tooth once more. Extended forelegs pushed against the others chest, a cue to equivalent to a cease fire. Her submission was clear, but defiant. Tzila had wanted a little more power, but not badly enough to be the right-hand man (or woman) to a simple child. It just wasn't worth her energy.