You Better Fight Fair

She tried to make the woman fall and fall, she did. Scylla dodged as the weight of the fae came crashing down to earth. By the time Fern got her wits about her again, the girl was off. She'd heard the call for help and it made the call even sweeter that it came from Saracyn. The girl noted that he was getting tag-teamed and she chuckled under her breath.

She wouldn't make her brother her target, but the blue boy was easy game. As he went to bite into Sara's leg, Scylla slammed her body into the hind end of the blue wolf. Dexterous, grabby paws wrapped around thick clumps of the boys fur and she climbed him, sitting on his back as though he were some mighty steed. Only then did her jaws dart forward to grab a mouthful of flesh on the back of the wolfs neck. No one got to beat up the rotten strawberry except for her.

"Scylla"