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scylla's brief discussion with urias on the topic of missing siblings reignited the urge to locate her sister -- dead or alive. blackfeather was obsolete, a traveller had told her. checking to see for herself may have been wise but she had no inclination to waste energy she did not have. the severed toe was healing well but reduced the amount of larger game she was able to catch, thus, left her running on less than her ever-growing frame was accustomed to. returning to a steady gait, the girl began a journey south-west, in the direction of the scent of what she assumed was a pack (or at least a heavily marked area) that carried on the wind. 

she knows little of what she intends to say when she arrives besides the question of wether or not hela dwelled within the territory. if she did not, the girl would take her leave. fealty to yet another group of indivudals was perhaps the only thing she was not looking for.

with her talking points in order, the dark-haired girl drew up upon what was evidently the borders of a pack and released a short call for any within who might oblige her company. it had been quite long since laying eyes upon her sister that scylla is unsure if she could even accurately describe the girl she is looking for -- beyond her name.

nevertheless, cracking her jaw open to let out relaxed yawn did she silently wait.