ain't it fun? living in the real world?

The girl perked up as Scylla drew in close and the blue woman grinned. Questions flew out of the young lady's mouth and the long tailed fae shook her head. "No, not from here. From the island where I grew up, actually." She then lifted one paw and tapped herself between the ears with one nimble digit. "And it's a wolf skull." She wasn't at all embarrassed about her own exploits. In fact, she seemed rather proud.

Pulling a little crock from a second satchel, Scylla filled it with volcanic ash. When it was full, she covered the top with a piece of skin and tied it tight with some twine. It then went back into her bag. Grey and blue eyes went back to the girl. "So, what are you planning on doing with your find?" She gave a cute little head tilt as she questioned the girl.

"Scylla"