The Meeting of the Murder Bunch

The scent and sound of wolves wafted through the open windows on a gentle sea breeze. Sounds serene, right? Not so much. Not when these wolves were strangers. Scylla didn't know who they were and with the attack on Erystotle happening so recently, the girl was instantly on high alert. She strapped her serpentine blade to one foreleg and slunk over to the window, peering out at the pair of trespassers. They were young, but so was she. Scylla knew that she was dangerous, so the pair being sub-adults didn't mean much to her. Eyes narrowed with suspicion, she watched the pair come closer and closer to the room that she was currently in. Of all the rooms that they could have chosen, they chose the one that she was in. Good.

The words of the boy met her ears and it took everything within Scylla to keep from growling. Slowly and quietly, she positioned herself just before the door. When he opened it, she would be ready. As the wooden door slid open, the slate and snow girl wasted no time. Planting her hind paws, she reared up like a ram and came arching down, slamming her forehead square into the boys nose. Scylla knew how sensitive noses were and was counting on the pain and the confusion to keep the intruder dull for but a moment.

Withdrawing the serpentine blade from its sheath, the fiery princess flashed small but sharp teeth at the pair. "I demand to know who you are and why you're in my home." Her words were cold and precise. There was no anxiousness in her, merely cold calculation. There was intent in those mismatched eyes too. If they didn't give her the proper answer, she was prepared to use that blade and defend her home.

"Scylla Klein"