Caught Off Guard

Despite a possible future as a cat treat, Scylla kept her calm. Getting worked up would only make her sloppy. It was a mistake that a lot of wolves made. The pressure of a life or death situation sent most into a tizzy. To Scylla though, this was what life was all about.

Suddenly, the cat spun and mismatched eyes caught a glimpse of vibrant pink. Now that the feline's back was to her, Scylla could see the bloodied hind leg. Mmm, interesting. It seemed as though someone had come to her rescue. How valiant.

With the tiger's attention on someone else, the Obscuran Sovereign made her way out of the thorny tunnel and into the clearing. Sliding her satchel of goodies aside, the diminutive fae prepared for war. Since one of the cats legs was incapacitated, might as well even out the set. Blood already flecked the clearing from the leg cut and the missing toe, but more was to come. With her dagger, Scylla raced in, slicing along the back of the yet untouched leg. Well... it was touched now.

"Scylla"