Bite The Poison Apple

Always having her own agenda, Scylla had left pack lands to test out her newest creation. She was hunting, in a fashion. The woman wouldn't be satisfied with her experiment unless she located the proper subject. Since her concoction was designed to take down a larger sized wolf, that's what Scylla was on the hunt for. The brilliant fae wasn't in a murderous mood this very day, which was surprising. Today was about science and testing out her work. She'd done a damn lot to cultivate the sedative that she would hopefully try on another wolf today.

The evening was mild. Though there was a dusting of snow, the temperature wasn't unbearable. The animals were taking advantage while they could and Scylla watched all manner of creatures creeping down the natural pathway before her. The path of least resistance was what most animals took, especially in winter. That was why the tiny fae had chosen this place. There was a great chance that the path would lead at least one or two wolves past her.

From her place nestled at a higher altitude than the path, the woman's dual-toned eyes scanned first one way then the next. The shadows from the naked branches above crisscrossed over the woman's slate and cream form, helping her to blend in with the snow spattered surroundings. From off in the distance, Scylla heard a little bark as her bushdog alerted her to the approach of a wolf. The light was quickly waning and visibility was getting worse and worse. When the wolf came into view, its form was muddied by the greyness of the evening. Despite not being able to see detail, Scylla could see that the wolf was large enough for her experiment. Perfect.

The wolf drew nearer as it progressed down the path. Scylla could tell that the wolf had a crimson looking pelt, but everything else was still muddied. Quietly and smoothly, the woman took up a hollow bamboo shoot that was dried and polished. Into it, she carefully placed a paw-crafted dart, the sharp tip dipped into the concoction of sedatives that she'd created. With her dexterous paws, Scylla gripped the bamboo between her toes, raising it near to her lips so that she would be ready the moment that the wolf was within range.

One step... another. Ah, there. Inhaling deeply, Scylla placed the edge of the bamboo against her muzzle. Cheeks puffing, she blew hard. The dart flew and her aim was true, thanks to all of the practice that she'd been doing. The sharp tip of the dart lodged itself in the thick muscle of the wolfs flank, delivering a hefty dose of sedative to the unsuspecting canine. She saw the wolf jerk as the dart struck, but she didn't see the rest. Already the woman was packing her supplies back into her pack. It would give her enough time for the sedative to set in, cutting down on the amount of danger to her. Once packed up, the sleek fae slid from her perch and began to pick her way down the path towards her victim whom she could see up ahead laying in the snow.

"Scylla Klein"