Bramblepoint i got sugar and salt in my blood

He continued to surprise her. Again, no shred of judgement, even after she gave him a hint of what the Nightwalkers were like. But a small smile did come to her face as he stated that he definitely favored the life of lone wolf. The only downside was when it came to hunting. Most big prey animals such as deer and elk were out of the question. Still, Tzila was resourceful and smart enough in that she was willing to team up in a cooperative effort with others to pull of such a feat. "Well, looks like we got something in common then." She smiled faintly.

Raising a brow at his little question, she certainly picked up on the teasing nature behind it. She let out a soft, contained chuckle, shaking her head. "Oh I would never say that!" She jested back, trying her damnest to resist his infectious humor. "But I am serious. Wolves in that pack either prove their worth by fighting. If you survive, you are accepted." Another flick of her tail. "If not, you might just escape alive. But the really unlucky ones...those that are weak...they were enslaved." The pitch of her voice lowered enough to convey the severity of what she said. This was no joke.