Damira liked the lake the most, if not for the view then the little lounge area that had been set up by one of the adults. She wasn't sure who, but she agreed with the sentiment and had just the right amount of furs and pelts to be comfortable. The day had been warm, at least for the usually brisk northern climate, so the fireflies were out and glowing in their full glory, their lights a dancing reflection upon the lake's surface. A gentle breeze swayed the reeds that surrounded the lake, bringing unfamiliar but distant scents to her nose as she inhaled.

Damira enjoyed the sense of seclusion, even if she was well aware it was only that, a sense and not a true reality. With the guard post nearby, she knew there were likely adults within scent and hearing range. Not that she had any intentions to do anything she shouldn't.

Relaxing by the lake was one of Scylla's favorite things to do. Well... one of her favorite non-violent things to do. She'd set up a comfortable little rest area on one of the large, flat rocks jutting out over the water and she utilized it often. There was a wooden chest to one side that was covered in well oiled, waterproof skins to shield against the elements. Within the chest were all manner of cushions and furs. Things to provide optimum comfort.

Not having any particularly pressing obligations for the day, Scylla tucked a bottle of sweet wine into her pack and made her way down to the lake. As she neared, the small woman noted that she wouldn't be alone. Her steps slowed for a moment as she took in the sight of the small girl. This was her cousin's child, recently born. Odd that she should be allowed so close to the water without a parent present, but who was she to judge?

Stepping out onto the platform, Scylla sprawled out on her svelte stomach both sets of legs stretched out comfortably. A sigh pulled from her and she tilted her head, fixing the girl with her blue eye. "Hello there. Who might you be?" Let the girl introduce herself, then Scylla would follow suit.

"Scylla"

Damira glanced over as her pack mate approached, ears tilting to listen carefully as she spoke. Though she hadn't quite worked out the intricacies of her family tree, but she knew she was related to most of the wolves here. Mostly on her Daddy's side, but there were some Kleins here too. Watching the wolf settle, Damira noticed she had long pretty fur too, was it a common trait on her Mummy's side of the family? Then again Alastor had long fur too, so it was hard to say, her brows furrowed, nose squishing a little in thought.

"I am Damira." She blinked slowly, like an aloof cat showing a smidgen of affection. And she was certainly splayed out and comfortable like a feline too, legs tucked in neatly against her sides as she spread out across one cushion. "You're a Klein, like Mummy?" Damira posed it as a question to be a little more polite, but she already pretty much knew.

The girl put a name with her face and Scylla nodded. "Of course you are." As though she had known, which she hadn't. The girl was comfortable where she lay and Scylla was just as comfortable. Perhaps it was a Klein trait. The ladies were all elegant and graceful, just as they should be.

Damira questioned her, asking if she was also a Klein. Scylla chuckled huskily and nodded. "Oh yes, Scylla Klein. Cousin to your mother. Daughter of the King of Ashen, Chimera." The fae gave the girl a wink as she laid out her lineage. She then popped the cork on a bottle that she'd brought down with her and took a healthy swig from it. Once she did, she offered it to Damira. Surprisingly, this drink was non-alcoholic. It was simply green tea with watermelon juice as a sweetener. "So why are you out here on your own, Damira?"

"Scylla"

Scylla Klein, Damira stowed that name away for safe keeping. She of course knew that beyond Elysium's borders there were other wolves with other names, but she'd gotten so used to her own kin, purples and reds were familiar and quite frankly probably superior to whatever other colours wolves coats came in. Kleins were a close enough second that she didn't regard them any less favourably. Family was just that at the end of the day, important to Damira even if she wasn't the sort to openly admit as much. She threaded the familial connection in her mind, connecting the dots as her brows furrowed in thought. She would like to meet more of her extended family one day, put names to their faces, but for now she was content to remain.

With dark eyes she watched her elder, not outwardly reacting to the cheeky wink but not disliking it either, far more interested as Scylla moved to open a drink, even offered the little pup some. Something Damira hadn't quite anticipated, but accepted readily enough a soft "thank you" passing her lips as she was indeed raised with good manners. It was sweet, with a slight bitterness she found herself enjoying, reminded her of the teas her mother would brew sometimes.

"I like to be on my own." Was her first admission, she didn't feel like she'd done anything wrong, though she was entirely aware of all the wrongs she could do. "And its pretty."