Time to get out of the pool

The pained sounds of its brethren dying pulled thre attention of the last hyena just enough for Scylla to comfortably act. The small girl leaped forward, biting into the side of the hyenas face with her sharp little teeth. Once she had a strong hold with paws, claws and teeth, she plunged her blade deeply into the side of the creature's neck. Blood erupted from the severed artery, spraying thick, tangy claret all over her slate coat.

Dropping away and moving back, she knew the hyena was done for and soon it's only moments were the last risk impulse jerks of a dying body. Casting mismatched eyes towards the spotted dog as he filled his belly, Scylla grinned. "Well that was fun," she admitted aloud before cleaning her blade on the fur of one dead hyena. "We should do this again. Like lots of it." If this new packmate liked to kill things, this could work out in her favor.