The horned spectacle moved quietly through the vibrant autumn landscape, his steps muffled by the thick carpet of red, orange, and golden leaves that blanketed the ground. The season’s chill brushed against his mauve coat as he moved, the scent of damp earth and fallen foliage rich in the air around him. He was close now, near the western edge of Obscura’s lands, where the murmur of Sunset Falls grew louder with each step, mingling with the soft rustle of leaves stirred by the breeze.

Finally, he reached a vantage point where the falls came into view. The scene was breathtaking: the gentle cascades of water gliding over rocks, flowing gracefully from one pool to the next, their surface flecked with drifting autumn leaves. Trees, vibrant with fiery autumn hues, lined the banks, casting warm reflections across the water and framing the falls in nature’s splendor. He couldn’t imagine a more perfect place to share with Fairytale, to show her the beauty he had found here.

Respectfully, he lifted his head, his cyan eyes scanning the border as he steadied himself. A deep breath filled his lungs with the crisp autumn air, and then, from deep within, he let out a low, resonant howl. The sound rose through the trees, echoing across the landscape and blending with the steady rhythm of the falls. It was a call both respectful and certain, a request for passage, an invitation for the wolves of Obscura to meet him at their border.

After his howl faded, he sat back on his haunches, watching the woods with quiet patience. He knew his presence had been announced, and now, he would wait. The peaceful sounds of the falls filled the air around him as he prepared to meet whoever would answer his call, his purpose clear and his resolve strong. The beauty of this place deserved respect, and he was willing to give it, hoping he could find a way to share this hidden gem with Fairytale.

"Speech"

Oath Morningstar

CODE BY SIN

Whenever possible, Scylla liked to be the one to answer calls at her border. Today she was home, lounging about since she'd patrolled and finished her work early in the day. When the howl rang out, the diminutive Sovereign peeled herself from the comfortable pile of furs beside one of the many common area fires. With a long, languid stretch, the woman made her way towards the falls.

Dexterous paws knew these lands by heart by now and the little fae practically flew from one end of the territory to the other, muscle memory following the path of least resistance. In time, her slight frame parted from the foliage and there she was, The Sovereign of Obscura.

Padding towards the invisible line in the sand, blue and grey eyes brazenly inspected the colorful youngling. Coming up before him, Scylla lifted one brow, head tilting slightly. "What might I be able to help you with?"

"Scylla"