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

"I could be if I wanted to..." Her voice was soft, quiet when she spoke this time. Not its usual tone. Heeding his plea, Tzila emerged from hiding. As she did, it was easy to see what she meant, as the inky shadows all but clung to her equally dark frame.

Though relieved that he did not sound angry or upset, Tzila kept her guard up. Not that she feared him or what he might do. In fact, there was no other wolf (except maybe Hua) who she trusted more. It was her own nerves, the boiling churn in her stomach, that made her approach in a very un-Tzi like fashion. Ears back, body low to the ground, almost at a crawl. Mutely, she took a spot beside him, eyes downcast. She just...didn't want this to be ruined. To come all undone.