gold runs in our blood

With the oncoming winter, there was a lovely chill in the air. For an islander like Scylla, this temperature change was intense, but not entirely unwelcome. With the cold came a thick undercoat that grew in fully for the first time. It filled the dainty woman out, making her appear curvier. She quite liked it and thought that a thicker coat suited her. It was certainly warm enough for her nightly adventures.

Settling back into Elysium had been a breeze. The young woman pulled her weight in ways different than others. She worked on various things that could be traded to others for supplies. She worked on perfecting various little poisons and sedatives that could be very useful. She also patrolled, enjoying the long walks alone or with one of her siblings. That was what led her to the lake. The end of her patrol meant the beginning of her personal time.

Scylla sprawled out on a large, flat rock that jutted out into the cold waters. The fireflies hung on despite the chilly temperature and they sluggishly danced about. The blue and cream fae enjoyed the setting sun and was particularly fond of being witness to night taking reign. She hadn't expected to be disturbed as most wolves would be back in their dens, hiding against the cold and darkness. One brow arched as the brute drew close. She had yet to meet him and so could only assume that he was a fresh recruit. With her chin rested on one long, outstretched foreleg, Scylla addressed the newcomer. "A new one, eh?" A look of confident amusement settled on the fae's delicate features as grey and blue eyes locked upon him.

"Scylla"