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Being an alpha was a new thing, but being a go-getter was not. Scylla was an industrious woman, always striving to better herself. Or, more correctly, be better than others. It wasn't terribly difficult either. From her experience, most wolves were very one-note. They were basic. She was rather complex. There were layers in there. Layers and hidden passages filled with information that no wolf would ever see. That was how a strong fae needed to be.

A call came from the border, a feminine lilt in the tone. Abandoning her current task, Scylla brushed off her paws and made her way towards the howl. In time, the foliage parted and a cream colored fae stood there. Her mask dark. Her eyes pale. She was pretty enough and of course someone with Scylla's sexual proclivities was going to 'check her out' so to speak.

Clear, mellifluous tones crossed the distance between the two ladies. Despite her diminutive stature, Scylla had the personality and aura of a giant. "Scylla Klein," she purred. "Sovereign of Obscura." One dexterous paw lifted, gesturing dismissively at the land behind her. "What can I help you with?"

"Scylla Klein"