The way the petals flutter

The boys enthusiasm brought a grin to Scylla's maw and she nodded. This wasn't just her pack, she reminded herself. This was their home and she should take the wants and needs of others into account. The slate fae nosed Bancha's cheek. "We can have a market, just for you," she assured him.

Scylla's mismatched eyes scanned her surroundings and she motioned towards a somewhat large clearing where trees hadn't regrown. "That would be a suitable place for events. It's close enough to the border that we shouldn't have to worry much about outsiders making their way back to the main territory." Her gaze flashed to Cerberus and she couldn't help but smirk as she noted the cheeky look on his face that had accompanied his remark on the communal den. "As for a communal den... well, I'll leave you in charge of crafting that, brother mine." He wanted to be mischievous... she could be mischievous in return.

"Well done, Ruse," she commended her navigationally-inclined sister on her observations. "This land will indeed be ours."

"Scylla"