Different psychology, girl nothin' bout you bothers me

Not only was Scylla sure of her own abilities, she was sure of the abilities of her wolves as well. She and Erebos had met before and the meeting had gone well, so why would she hesitate to invite him into the land that she had claimed? It wasn't as though no other wolf had ever set foot within the Falls. It was no great secret, the land itself. The things that were kept secret were done so in secret places.

Erebos questioned her, little pleasantries as they walked, and Scylla responded. "Nothing to complain about," she assured him. Things had been just fine within Obscura. They were preparing to claim another land after surveying it carefully. They'd been part of a raid. Everything was fine and dandy.

The black and white brute followed up with an assumption just as Scylla pushed aside a thick hide and beckoned him inside one of the spacious dens. The walls were littered with rock and clay shelving and every shelf held bits and baubles, crocks of this and that. At the back of the den, a low fire burned beneath a thick, stone vessel, the contents within bubbling along merrily. The scent of the place was very herbaceous and many plants hung from the ceiling to dry.

As if in answer to his question, the cobalt and cream fae faced Erebos and smiled sweetly. "What do you need?"

"Scylla Klein"