don't even think about it

Though the tusked woman fought, in the end Scylla was the victor. One hard jerk to the woman's leg brought her crashing down and, a moment later, there was a viper around her neck, choking her until she blacked out and her body went limp. Once the snake was back around Scylla's neck, she howled for Nero. He could make himself useful with all of those big, rolling muscles of his.

When the glacial brute arrived, Scylla motioned to the unconscious wolf laying beside her. Another testament to her strength and resolve, should he ever doubt it. "Let's throw our guest into the pit, shall we? After she wakes up from her nap, we'll question her to see what in the hell she was thinking." A soft huff of amusement left the slate fae's nares. "You'd think all of the monsters scattered around the border would keep anyone out, but..." One nimble paw gestured to the wolf before them.

"Scylla"