Moonspear saturnz barz

a woman approaches; a dark wraith slauntering proudly forth. the potent aura of utter dominance that emits from the other is strong enough to lead scylla to believe that she is in the company of the alpha. intending to cause no strife, the girl feels her ears fall flat against her skull and tail curl slightly inwards; natural instinct in response to such a grandiose show of authority. if she were a regent herself, she would do the same -- scylla considers wordlessly to herself. 

perhaps one day she would.

the girl wastes no time in making the purpose of her presence known, vacant eyes flicking towards the other. i'm searching for a girl named hela melonii. she supposes there is litte risk in mentioning the last name so long as it is not associated with herself. do you know of her or if she lives within this territory? truthfully, scylla couldn't enivision her sister living on a rock. they were not mountian wolves. there was something rather unappealing about feeling only rock beneath her feet but to each their own, she supposed.