Moving Forward is Hard

Ava had heard that she'd taken Valta. "Taken... won in a drunken brawl... same thing." The blue fae shrugged slightly, head cocking to the side with a smirk. "Either way, here I am; Sovereign of Obscura." There wasn't a wolf on earth over her head now. She did what she pleased, when she pleased, and anyone that didn't like it be damned.

The amaranthine fae spoke once more, admitting that she'd been worried about her and Scylla's blue and grey gaze cut to the side, no longer staring brazenly into the face of the other woman. "No one needs to worry about me. I always come out on top." Perhaps she was lucky, but Scylla liked to think that it was because there were no lengths that she wasn't willing to go to. Not many wolves had that in them. Small, yes, but a total hard ass. Doing what needed to be done, regardless of whether it was ethical or not, that was her mindset.

"Thank you," the woman replied after a moment, her confident tones tinged with an edge of softness. It took a lot to admit that someone was worried and Ava had come all this way, so she deserved that, at least. Lifting one paw, Scylla waved the woman over the border and into Obscuran territory. "Will you stay for the night before heading back?"

"Scylla Klein"