Animal Urges [Combat]

The soft sounds of footfalls could be heard, if one had the hearing of a bat. Zinnia had silently managed to sulk into the town where she had heard the Iron Fist Tournament was being held. Though she was resistant of being spotted. Talking wolves were not exactly common place. And even if they were, people might assume she's a werewolf and attack. No, she just had to stay put and relax. She just wish she knew some kind of shapeshifting ability that would allow her to casually converse with humans, or other human-like creatures.

Suddenly, her eyes went to slits, and she growled, crouching down in the allyway. She wasn't sure what was coming over her, but something was compelling her to hunt. A much stronger force than sheer intelligence and wisdom.