washed up

Wolves were showing up left and right, flocking to Obscura and filling their ranks. Scylla was glad that the majority of them were family. That was why she'd taken a pack to begin with, to reforge the Klein empire and craft a home for those of her own blood. So, when Selkie called from the border, Scylla was more than happy to go collect her sister.

What Scylla didn't expect was that Selkie had actually washed up on the border. The younger wolf was waterlogged, sand and sea grass stuck to her coat. Brows furrowed as the cobalt and cream woman moved towards her sister. "Selkie, what the hell?" Sinking her teeth into the back of her siblings neck, Scylla pulled Selkie further away from the waters edge. She was weak and possibly injured and would be an easy meal for one of the big snakes or one of the crocodiles that frequented the waters between the mangroves.

Once she pulled her back far enough, Scylla curled herself, long tail included, around her sister, seeking to share her warmth enough so that Selkie's teeth would stop chattering. "What happened?" She asked, concern in tones that were usually playful and carefree.

"Scylla"