don't even think about it

Did the outside think that it was going to be that easy? A fair number of Kleins were considered damn near nocturnal, so Scylla had no issue being awake when most of the world was asleep. Sometimes she lay in her den, listening to the deafening silence. Other times she went out on her own and began an early patrol. That was the situation this night.

Sensitive nares picked up the scent of a foreign wolf and this scent was a little too close to her borders for comfort. Since she was already treading on the border as she ran her patrol, it was easy to see that Obscura had its first interloper. With a small hmph of amusement, Scylla altered her course, following the trail of the sneaky sneak.

The scent of the outsider was thick, the perfume mingled with that of other wolves. A pack wolf, perhaps? Interesting. Scylla needed answers and what better way to attain the desired information than to put the intruder in thrall?

As the grey woman came into view, Scylla noted their difference in size. It meant nothing to her. She had battled larger wolves and even had one within her tender care that put the size of the intruder to shame. So, without hesitation, the slate and cream fae rushed up behind the larger wolf, jaws opened wide with the intent to clamp down on one heel and hopefully twist it out from beneath her. As she did so, Scylla's little bush dog came barreling out of the underbrush, leaping through the air and aiming to slam into the grey fae, thus further affecting her footing.

"Scylla"