you can keep her for now...

Satira roused her from her dazed state and Scylla growled. "The big bitch fell on me." The slate and cream fae rose, shaking out her coat. The "big bitch" in question had already moved onto another opponent and Scylla snorted in annoyance. After nodding her thanks to Satira, she scanned the clearing for another opponent.

An older wolf, speckled in greys and browns, nipped at another of the intruders, a smile on her face. It was a smile that Scylla was hoping to wipe off.

Using the moment of distraction as the older wolf looked after her younger teammate, Scylla rushed in from the woman's left side. She aimed towards the fae's belly with her teeth, hoping to sink them into soft, tender flesh while nimble digits curled into the woman's fur to solidify her hold.

"Scylla Klein"