Look Who Doesn't Hate Their Pack, Nyx!

News of many wolves traveling south caught Scylla's attention quickly. Something something, new, strange land, something. She could wait until word came back; let others do the hard work for her. Oh... but what if there were things there? Beneficial things? Dammit...

Collecting Nero and whoever else wanted to investigate, the Sovereign made her way west. Wolves of all kinds filtered through the strange stone towers. She rather liked the hue of the sky. Reminded her of nice, rich blood. It was no secret that she was an evil little thing. She was an alpha though, a leader, a protector. "Keep your wits about you and don't do anything to put yourselves at risk," she spoke crisply, her words bridging no argument.

Small paws took her towards one of the towers and she gave it a sniff before thoroughly inspecting the strange markings upon them. Casting a mismatched gaze to Nero, she questioned him. "Ever see anything like this?" In a way, they reminded her of cave paintings, but they seemed to be coming out of the rock instead of being painted upon it.

"Scylla"