You've Got to be Kitten Me

Technically she wasn't supposed to be here, but Scylla marched to the beat of her own drum. If you told her that she wasn't supposed to do something, she would figure out your reasoning, then would do her best to combat that reasoning, justifying why she had to do that something instead. In this case, she had to go outside of Fenmyre territory because, if she didn't, she'd never learn anything about the world.

The small girl picked along the tide pools, reaching her odd little paws into the water to grasp at stranded fish and crustaceans. She didn't want to eat them, but she definitely wanted to touch them. A low growl from behind pulled the slate and white child and she turned, mismatched eyes flashing wide for but a moment. There was a lion there, staring hard at her as though she would be its next meal. The girl drew her serpentine knife from its sheath and pointed it at the cat. "Don't even think about it, buddy." She tried to sound threatening. Didn't work. The lion rushed her and Scylla sighed.

"Scylla Klein"