crabs!

"A little far away from your pack lands, aren't you?" The small, slate and cream girl fixed her dual shaded eyes upon the fishing brute. He looked like a fish and Scylla knew exactly who he was, having heard others speak of him. Besides that, he held a scent that was similar to that of her cousin, Ikigai. The pale girl had shared her anger at the man and Scylla quite liked her cousin. They both had delicate little grabby hands, after all.

Scylla wasn't afraid of the man. She wasn't afraid of much of anything, aside from bears. A little PTSD from her last run in with one that left her with a nice set of shoulder scars. She was still a little sore in the joint there, but Erystotle and her mother assured her that it would eventually fade away. She was out exercising her sore muscles when she came across the spotted brute. Although, could she call him spotted? She had more spots than he did. Patchy? Speckled? Who cared...

The girl's long tail hissed across the sand and rocks behind her as she stood at the edge of one of the tide pools. "What are you doing out here anyway?" Did he feel bad for what he did? Had he needed to get away for a while like her Aunt Venom when she came to visit? The almost yearling stared at him, waiting for some sort of response.

"Scylla Klein"