Little brither, dear sister

Scylla had missed the trip to The Hallows due to having an injured shoulder. She'd been ordered to rest and heal but the time for resting was over. She was bored and staying in one place was making the girl stir crazy. So when her little brother asked if she would take him to the dam, Scylla agreed quickly.

Dexterous paws of navy and slate pulled at the rope that carried the ferry across. The girl could feel a bit of pain in her shoulder and would have preferred to swim, but Orthrus was still small so she had no choice. Once the ferry touched the bank of the mainland, Scylla took a moment to roll and stretch her shoulder. The cuts on her flesh were healed, but the scars from the bear were still very much there and always would be.

The long tailed girl looked to her sibling with mismatched eyes, equally mismatched ears perking. "So what do you want to do now that you're here?" Scylla, never one to follow any rules laid down for her, had been all over this place. "We could kill some beavers. Dad says there are too many of them and it's up to us to keep the population down." They'd get to kill something and she'd be able to take home some things for her hobby.

"Chimera's Children"