Little Bit of This. Little Bit of That.

Pale movement from the corner of her eye brought Scylla's gaze to Albion. The girl's gaze narrowed as she tried to make out whether or not he was real, but as he drew near to her, she realized that he only glowed by the light of the moon. As her giant brother stood beside her, Scylla stepped closer, touching her shoulder against his closest foreleg just for comforts sake. Just like before, she asked her brother, "What is it?"

Across the beach, the glowing version of herself danced and playing in the luminescent waves. The specter wolf rose on its hind paws and manipulated the waves as if using some sort of magic. It pulled another form from the surf and this ball of water gradually took the shape of Albion. Scylla's eyes widened for a moment and she pressed a little harder into her brother's shoulder. The shapes didn't seem to show any interest in the pair of wolves. They merely began playing in the rolling waves together.

"Scylla Klein"