So far Rhysand had been doing a wonderful job at keeping busy. His den on the island was coming together nicely. It took a good amount of time and effort  to transfer all of his belongings from his previous den into the new one. But the hard work was paying off. There was something soothing about coming home to a perfectly decorated space with rich ambiance and layers of luxuriously comfortable pelts after a long days work. Rhys cherished those moments which is why he put in such an effort to prefect his home. With that being said, he figured it was time to begin really getting to know his new pack lands. He was fairly familiar with the path to and from the island and various bits of the rock garden. But he'd yet to explore firefly lake, which was what was on today's agenda. The sun was at the end of it's reign with beautiful hues of purple and orange painting the sky above. Rhysand gracefully moved through the various paths carved through the territory by it's inhabitants towards the lake. Those lengthy strides ceased as those pale green eyes feasted upon the sight of the lake. Fireflies flickered about the brush surrounding the water, some even flying above the surface. A little smile tugged at his lips as he took in the nearly fantastical sight. After a few moments Rhys moved closer to the lake padding carefully along the bank. Everything was so picturesque he understood why Manea had selected this region. Honestly, all three of the Elysium territories were impressive. All the more reason for Rhys to be happy with his decision to join. "Speech"

With the oncoming winter, there was a lovely chill in the air. For an islander like Scylla, this temperature change was intense, but not entirely unwelcome. With the cold came a thick undercoat that grew in fully for the first time. It filled the dainty woman out, making her appear curvier. She quite liked it and thought that a thicker coat suited her. It was certainly warm enough for her nightly adventures.

Settling back into Elysium had been a breeze. The young woman pulled her weight in ways different than others. She worked on various things that could be traded to others for supplies. She worked on perfecting various little poisons and sedatives that could be very useful. She also patrolled, enjoying the long walks alone or with one of her siblings. That was what led her to the lake. The end of her patrol meant the beginning of her personal time.

Scylla sprawled out on a large, flat rock that jutted out into the cold waters. The fireflies hung on despite the chilly temperature and they sluggishly danced about. The blue and cream fae enjoyed the setting sun and was particularly fond of being witness to night taking reign. She hadn't expected to be disturbed as most wolves would be back in their dens, hiding against the cold and darkness. One brow arched as the brute drew close. She had yet to meet him and so could only assume that he was a fresh recruit. With her chin rested on one long, outstretched foreleg, Scylla addressed the newcomer. "A new one, eh?" A look of confident amusement settled on the fae's delicate features as grey and blue eyes locked upon him.

"Scylla"

The captivating sights of Firefly Lake at dusk seemed to sweep his senses away. Aimless steps carried his slim form along the rim of the lake and right into the sights of another. Green eyes were trained on the beautiful display in the heavens as a voice filled his ears. Strides ceased immediately as his eyes flicked downward and lids pulled into a squint. The male's gaze feasted upon that of a rather tiny piebald femme lounging on a rock that jutted out from the shore. Confidence was painted across her visage as she looked upon him and he couldn't help but to let forth a chuckle. Rhys allowed his form to ease up as he offered a nod, "Joined about a week ago."  Normally sharp vocals were tainted with residual laughter. It was clear he was a smidge embarrassed to have been surprised with such ease but Rhys was one to allow such to roll off his back with ease. Lips slipped into a grin as honied tones hit the air, "I am Rhysand Malveaux." Rhys took a few steps forward to lessen the distance between them before lowering down to his haunches. He figured it wouldn't hurt to stay in chat for a minute, this was one of the first Elysians he'd encountered thus far. "Apologies for my previous display, it is not often that I am caught off guard in such a way." His tail swept around to hug his lower half as a breeze swept over the region. Rhys sat tall with sharp features but was careful to not expel too much of that dominance he once carried as a loner. There was no need to rub his pack mates the wrong way, even if his core tugged at him to boast in front of such a beautiful She-Wolf. "Speech"

Brows lifted with interest as the man reacted to the voice of his unknown company. He slid into a slightly defensive stance and the woman couldn't help but smile. One may not think it by looking at her, but Scylla was a seasoned and skilled fighter. The brute below was bigger, but he couldn't have bested her if he tried. She sparred with her dire brothers. She'd beaten older wolves with more fights in their past. Thankfully for the man, she didn't have to pummel him.

Once the brute realized that he wasn't in any danger, his slate and sand pelt smoothed. With his gaze on her, the man gave his name. He then went on to apologize for his display. The small fae chuckled huskily and shook her head. "Don't worry about it, Rhys. I'm little. Easy to go unseen." Just met and she was already giving him nicknames. Rising from her place, the dainty dame picked her way across the space between them until they were right before one another. "Scylla Klein," she replied, giving her own name. An extra long tail snaked around the young woman's hip, curling all the way around her front paws and back to the opposite hip. "How are you finding Elysium so far?"

"Scylla"

As the small fae lifted from her spot of rest and drew closer Rhys was able to take her in fully now. The moonlight washed over her fragmented pelt, accentuating both the purity of the white and the vibrancy of her midnight blues. Her fur painted an interesting picture. The white seemed to fight for it's claim against the darker hues, dappling it's way along her form in desperation. It seemed this partial albinism was a fairly common trait in Wolves in Boreas. Another unique trait of these strange creatures. - Speaking of oddities, the tail on the femme was long and lavish, unlike anything he'd seen before. It swayed through the air moving from one hip to the next, extending all the way to her front paws. A motion he could watch endlessly. Rhysand mulled over her supple tones as she moved closer. As the distance between them closed Rhysand kept his pale green gaze settled on her own mismatch orbs. The closeness did not make him nervous, no, he enjoyed breaking down those meaningless boundaries. Now he could really take in those subtle movements as she spoke and enjoy that thick feminine scent that now landed on his greedy pink tongue. A name was offered and he allowed it to weave through his mind. "A pleasure, Scylla." Scylla's next question brought Rhys to think for but a moment before answering. "It's been quite enjoyable thus far." A pause as a delighted grin tugged at pale lips. "Most of my time thus far has been spent sorting out my den. I'm a perfectionist to a fault, I can endless move things around and the finishing touches just seem to continuously roll in." He was a male who loved his things. Beautiful baubles, trophies, luxurious pelts, and much more. Rhysand had a hunger for anything pretty. "But, I've decided it is time to rip myself away from my cave to begin training and mingling with others." His grin grew into a slinky smirk, "I mustn't allow myself to become a hermit." He could never slip into such a way of life. Rhysand was a social creature. He did not trust many but enjoyed building small relationships. Ceasing his seemingly endless yapping the male turned the attention towards the Klein, "Do you enjoy Elysium?" "Speech"

Just as the sandy man absorbed her scent, Scylla absorbed his as well. The brute smelled warm and clean; a very pleasing scent for the blue fae. She didn't like dirty wolves for anything other than experimentation. One that took time to bathe themselves had more worth in the fae's mismatched eyes. Scylla herself smelled of warm vanilla and woodsmoke, though not too strongly. Simple undertones which she had cultivated carefully.

As Rhysand spoke of his time in Elysium, the diminutive fae nodded. He'd spent his time setting up his home thus far. A perfectionist, he labeled himself. She could understand that. Scylla was a perfectionist as well, but in a different sense. When it came to her work, whether it was taxidermy or crafting poisons, sedatives and the like, the fae was never satisfied until she'd attained perfection. That was how it should be with all things, she believed. 'Good enough' just meant that one wasn't smart or skilled enough to reach complete quality.

The green eyed brute turned the question back onto her and a soft, sultry chuckle left the fae's dark lips. "Oh, Rhys," she began, mirth still in her tones, "I can find pleasure in any situation." With her tastes and her... less than savory proclivities, it was easy to enjoy situations that others might find distasteful.

Forelegs slid outward and soon Scylla was laying on her svelte belly. "What do you do, Rhys? What do you enjoy?" The fae's tail lashed languidly back and forth at her hips, her gaze locked upon his. Scylla had no fear of eye contact and she stared brazenly upon the big brute as though either sizing him up or preparing to eat him alive.

"Scylla"