you can keep her for now...

A howl cut through the relative silence of the Falls and soon after the stench of outsiders wafted towards Scylla on the breeze. A similar stench to the prisoner settled at the bottom of her pit. Were they coming for their trespasser? Had she the energy, she'd throw them all in the pit. It was what they deserved. Funny that a reclusive pack like her own would be the target of such buffoonery. Well... nothing to do now but answer.

Sliding into her armor quickly, Scylla sent her bush dog to collect the others, giving instructions for everyone to armor up. She was the first to intercept the raiding party. Mismatched eyes narrowed as she forced them to slow to a halt in a conveniently placed clearing. Perfect place for a fight.

Though small in stature, Scylla was a giant in spirit, an aura of authority and superiority seeping off of the slate and cream wolf. Her tones were sweet with venom and one brow lifted as though this whole situation was boring. "If you've come for your wolf, there will have to be some lofty exchange. This has already taken up too much of my time." By now others of Obscura would be drawing near.

"If it's a fight you've come for, well..." Scylla was small and quick, rushing in towards Calliope's front, left leg. Dexterous digits reached out, seeking to clip that limb and affect the colorful fae's balance before she reached her real target, which was the rear left leg. Jaws opened and she lunged for the tender knee area, hoping to do enough damage to affect her opponents agility, but not do lasting damage.

"Scylla"