gold runs in our blood

Brows lifted with interest as the man reacted to the voice of his unknown company. He slid into a slightly defensive stance and the woman couldn't help but smile. One may not think it by looking at her, but Scylla was a seasoned and skilled fighter. The brute below was bigger, but he couldn't have bested her if he tried. She sparred with her dire brothers. She'd beaten older wolves with more fights in their past. Thankfully for the man, she didn't have to pummel him.

Once the brute realized that he wasn't in any danger, his slate and sand pelt smoothed. With his gaze on her, the man gave his name. He then went on to apologize for his display. The small fae chuckled huskily and shook her head. "Don't worry about it, Rhys. I'm little. Easy to go unseen." Just met and she was already giving him nicknames. Rising from her place, the dainty dame picked her way across the space between them until they were right before one another. "Scylla Klein," she replied, giving her own name. An extra long tail snaked around the young woman's hip, curling all the way around her front paws and back to the opposite hip. "How are you finding Elysium so far?"

"Scylla"