Gentle hearts

Scylla wandered around her new territory, learning every little nook and cranny. An alpha should be prepared for anything, and the start of being prepared was learning what you were working with. The land was full of game, so food wouldn't be an issue. The pack had done a decent job of stocking the kill den and there was ample meat and fish. The herb stores were good as well with Valta having had quite a few healers. This was all quite pleasing to the slate and cream fae. Less that she had to deal with and knowing that she could trust her wolves to pull their weight was nice too.

As the tiny fae moved along, a small form caught her eye. Mismatched ears shifted, catching the boys muttered words as he lay there, staring at some dried horsetail before him. Was the lad ill? Where were his parents to look after him? Whose child was this?!

Sauntering towards the boy, Scylla flashed a smile before sliding down to lay on her belly beside him. She got her face in close to the horsetail as well, then fixed the boy with her blue eye. "Are we waiting for the herbs to grow?" Her voice was whisperish and sweet as though she was asking him about a secret.

"Scylla"