Hanging In There?

Breathing was difficult. Every breath brought bubbling trails of glowing, viscous fluid pouring from the girls nose and mouth. She had little strength to do much else other than focus on her breathing. Strange pustules and blisters had formed around the corners of her eyes and mouth and were similarly filled with the glowing fluid. Occasionally they would pop, but would soon be replaced by new blisters. The girls fur was a mess, no matter how much her mother worked to keep her cleaned and cared for.

A soft voice pulled the girl's dull eyes open just a hairsbreadth. Cerberus? In her hazy thoughts, Scylla had forgotten that her brothers were here as well. She had forgotten here, too. Her gaze moved around the cell. They had begged their father for light and he had given them a large bonfire on the beach in front of the cells. It still burned and crackled. When he came to visit several times a day, he always added more wood to the fire. The cells were lit with the golden flames, but those flames also made the shadows deeper and darker. As such, Scylla was pressed against the bars, as close to the light as she could get.

The whines from Albion shook away a bit of the cobwebs. There was something wrong with her brother. Scylla was sick, but she was still wily. The last time that Siren had exited the cell, the girl had begged for one last hug through the bars. During that hug, she had swiped the key to the metal doors then, in her sickened, delirious state, had promptly forgotten about it. One paw moved across the ground, searching for the key. Once she felt it, her digits closed around it and she painstakingly got to her paws so that she could unlock her cell. Once she could push the door open enough to get out, she moved to Cerb's cell next, trying to unlock his door with shaky paws.

"Scylla Klein"