The way the petals flutter

Scylla had begun patrolling their new potential territory upon making the decision to take it. The only difference today was that others would be patrolling along with her. A few siblings and Sweet Bancha. It didn't matter that the pups name was only Bancha. In Scylla's head, his name was Sweet Bancha. He was just so... sweet.

Ears shifted as Ruse began to speak. Her larger sister was leading this group expedition and Scylla was curious to see her siblings in action. She didn't expect them to have as big of a hard on for duty as she did, but she did expect them to be above par.

Ruse spoke of the foliage and there was no way to deny that the leaves were pink. Like... really pink. That wasn't the reason that she agreed to this place, however. "A plethora of useful plants grow here and, thanks to the fire that razed this place to the ground once upon a time, the soil is extra rich, thus ensuring better greenery." There were still signs of the fire here and there such as large chunks of now petrified, burnt trees, half embedded in the ground and covered with moss.

"Scylla Klein"