It's bloody work, but someone's gotta do it

"By all means, leave the blood," a sultry voice filled with humor called sweetly from the doorway to the meat cellar.

Scylla had come to check the den just to gauge how often the wolves of the pack were out hunting. It was up to everyone to contribute in one way or another. She hadn't spoken to each member individually as of yet, but this was a pretty good testament as to how many hunters Obscura possessed.

Having entered the cellar, grey and blue eyes landing on the massive form of a maned brute, his gold and grey form spattered with blood from the kill that he was processing. Consider her intrigued. The small, slate and cream fae padded forward, coming in close to the striped brute. She remembered his name from their initial meeting as Arcturus. Reaching up with one paw, a single, nimble digit swept across his lower jaw, coming away with a rogue fleck of meat. "Very messy work, Arcturus," she purred his name, then moved past to inspect the stores. "Are you one of the main hunters here? Or THE main hunter?"

"Scylla"