Forget it and fight

Everything was coming up Scylla. She had her pack, they had claimed a new land, she'd scored a big, hot man, and she was surrounded by family. What more could a lady ask for? All of the little pieces were falling into place. There were just a few little odds and ends to tie up, including producing an heir to take things over when she'd tired of leadership.

As Scylla traipsed along the falls, a familiar form came into view. Barghest sat up ahead, working hard on something. The cobalt and cream fae couldn't quite see what until her angle of approach changed. Sharpening her weapon. Very smart.

"Hello, sister," Scylla purred as she came in closer. Blue and grey eyes inspected the metal claws as she sprawled out on her svelte belly. "Lovely day for some blade sharpening, eh?" It was a lovely day for everything, with as good of a mood as she was in.

"Scylla"