washed up

Selkie agreed to stay and Scylla grinned, never ceasing the embrace to her younger sibling. "Wise choice," she agreed. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." With a final pat to Selkie, the Sovereign led her sister through the territory and towards the dens. She'd had one converted to a bathing chamber, complete with fire warmed water in a big stone and clay tub.

Scylla gathered different soaps and oils and whatever else she imagined Selkie might like and placed them on a little wooden table beside the tub. "Take your time, wash away your travels. I'll be right over here." Scylla then moved a short ways off and settled down on a pile of comfortable furs. A yawn pulled from her as she nestled into the plush bed. "Drying furs are on the other side," she motioned with one paw. A quiet word was given to Woobie and he meandered off through the den's doorway to carry out his lady's task.

"Scylla"