The hardest learned lessons

Pleasantries then. Alastor admitted that he was looking for her before seating himself. Scylla did the same, haunches folding until they sat before one another. Just a conversation between friends. Words between old buddies. He admitted that she meant a great deal to both himself and Manea. The diminutive fae nodded. She knew this. Surely he knew that she appreciated him in return after the lovely gift that she'd given him way back when.

Next he asked if she was well and the look in his eye spoke volumes that his words did not. "I'm always fine," she flashed him a smile full of teeth. "If things aren't fine, I make them fine," the woman assured him. "There's never a reason to worry about me, Alastor." Set the mask in place. Smile for the masses. Everything was fine fine fine. She was the most independent wolf that she knew and she wasn't boasting about that. Scylla Klein could take care of herself just like she always had and always would. "I'm sorry that you came this far for nothing."

"Scylla"