If I Were To Go ...

Scylla clicked her tongue a few times, her dainty skull shaking in accompaniment. "Such a pensive expression for one so young. What could possibly be going on between those ears, hmm?" From her place up within the branches of the yew tree, grey and blue eyes watched the Mendacium child curiously. She had climbed the tree to collect the poisonous berries for her own little experiments. Each of Scylla's nimble digits was coated in wax to avoid the poisonous sap from sinking into her pads. Clever girl.

Sliding down out of the tree, the blue and cream fae seated herself, her long tail braided and stretched out behind her. "I'm afraid I don't know which one you are, but I'm Scylla." Outside of her family, she knew very few members of Elysium. It was just in her nature.

Mismatched eyes fixed on the girl and Scylla noted her diminutive frame. She was very thin, almost emaciated. The girl looked tired, which was something that shouldn't be in one so young. Usually the younger wolves were full of energy. Scylla was terribly curious and suspected some underlying cause.

"Scylla Klein"