It was confirmed that Valta was no more and instead Obscura took its place, lead by none other than Scylla. Many of the youngest of Chimera's children along with Cerberus and Albion had left to join their sister's pack, taking valuable members and an ally away from Elysium. Still, despite all of those things, she couldn't bring herself to feel any kind of resentment or anger. It wasn't her place to feel that way after everything Scylla gave them. It would have been far easier to simply try to avoid contact with Scylla or her new pack, but she knew that wasn't realistic–even if Scylla would likely prefer it that way. They were too close to one another to completely avoid entirely and with the state of affairs the way it was she had to know where they stood with one another.

Deimos had offered to pay them a visit himself since he was already making his rounds to introduce himself to the other packs, but this one she said she needed to do herself. It wasn't a far walk from the edge of firefly lake to where Obscura's border encircled the land around Sunset Falls and Avacyn stood there for a moment trying to formulate what she might say before she finally tipped her head back to call for Scylla. Part of her wondered if Scylla would just ignore her, but regardless she settled onto her haunches to wait and see. Hopefully her decision to come on her own instead of sending Deimos or bringing Saracyn was a correct one. She just wanted to face Scylla on her own, woman to woman.

"Avacyn Medacium"

Ohhh. Oh oh oh, now that was a voice that Scylla never would have expected. Avacyn's distinctive tones rang out, echoing through the land around the falls. The slate and cream fae couldn't stifle the little giggle that crept from her throat. What on earth could the alpha of Elysium possibly want with her? Ahh, maybe she was here to return the children that she'd bargained for. Well, lady... she didn't want them. Drown them for all she cared. They weren't hers.

With a little pep in her step, Scylla made her way to the border, taking her sweet time and enjoying the scenery. She was in no rush. If Ava wanted something substantial, she could damn well wait. No one rushed Scylla, even less so now that she, too, possessed her own pack.

The foliage parted and the two women were left facing one another. Scylla seated herself on her side of the border, long tail curling around her paws. "Avacyn," she spoke in a breathy purr. "I never thought to see your face again. To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"

"Scylla Klein"