Moving Forward is Hard

Ohhh. Oh oh oh, now that was a voice that Scylla never would have expected. Avacyn's distinctive tones rang out, echoing through the land around the falls. The slate and cream fae couldn't stifle the little giggle that crept from her throat. What on earth could the alpha of Elysium possibly want with her? Ahh, maybe she was here to return the children that she'd bargained for. Well, lady... she didn't want them. Drown them for all she cared. They weren't hers.

With a little pep in her step, Scylla made her way to the border, taking her sweet time and enjoying the scenery. She was in no rush. If Ava wanted something substantial, she could damn well wait. No one rushed Scylla, even less so now that she, too, possessed her own pack.

The foliage parted and the two women were left facing one another. Scylla seated herself on her side of the border, long tail curling around her paws. "Avacyn," she spoke in a breathy purr. "I never thought to see your face again. To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"

"Scylla Klein"