Boredom was heavy in the air for the young male today. Momther was busy, which meant he had to find his own entertainment for the day. He grumbled and huffed and stomped his way around the lands today, first bothering Rue who had threatened to poison him if he didn't leave her alone (because surprise, surprise, she was busy too!), and his other siblings were nowhere in sight. He paused in his little tantrum, wondering who he could bother or what he could do. He could go hunting...but that sounded like too much work right now. Hmm...maybe one of those new wolves that had joined recently? Wasn't there a whole family that had joined with that guy that brought him home? His lips curled up into a grin as he decided to search for one of them to annoy. With that idea in mind, he started on his way again.

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She never cared for children; Enyo seemed to lack the innate maternal urges that most females displayed. Instead, when forced to be around pups she felt frustration. Most of the children were not of the same quality she and her siblings had been at their ages. Where most would see a chance to teach, Enyo would see inadequacy and weakness.

Enyo’s heavy paws crushed the undergrowth beneath her, as she worked on the hunting trap. She barely noticed the sound of rustling nearby until the sharp grin of Grim came into view. A brief glance was all she allowed herself.

"May I help you boy?", her thick voice just teetering on the edge of annoyance, commanding attention without effort. She didn't stop working, her broad shoulders and thick mane rippling as she adjusted one of the wooden beams in her trap. There was a certain disdain lurking in the back of her mind, a simmering hatred for the interruptions of youth. Yet she knew better than to display it openly. His mother was Medusa, after all. For the sake of the relations between the Dunamis and Insomnia, she’d suffer his presence... for now. This was enough for the woman to put up with whatever antics he had.

She straightened up, towering over him. Her gaze appraising. Icy hues sharply assessing and judging the boy.

Of poor stock, she would quickly decide.

However, it wasn't what he was made of that mattered. Just who his mother was. The kid looked like he was stitched together from shadows, his body all angles and unsettling sharpness, especially with that eternal smile that made him seem like he was always. The woman was sure none of her siblings had ever been so odd or hard to gaze upon at that age.

"And what brings Medusa's little shadow to me?" she asked, her tone deceptively casual. She turned fully to face him now, her broad chest and massive stature casting a long shadow over Grim’s wiry frame. He was an odd one. A creature made of darkness and grins, but Enyo was unshakable. She wouldn't let him see any discomfort.

Her tail, or what remained of it, twitched slightly behind her. She’d seen worse than this half-formed yearling. Yet, there was something... unnerving about him, the way he always smiled.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of curiosity dancing behind their cold exterior. "Or did you come to watch me work? You could learn something," she added, almost daring him to prove his worth in her eyes. She was, after all, a Shriek. From what she understood, this was a rank centered on hunting and providing. So, she offered a lesson on crafting traps as a way to fulfill this role. The very idea of teaching a yearling was abhorrent. However, she figured someday he would hunt beside her, so why not make sure he was capable of actually doing something? She would wait to hear his response. Grim might have had Medusa's blood, but that didn't mean he'd automatically earned her respect. He’d have to work for that. Just like his mother. Just like everyone else.

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Aha! He found one! The large stature of a she-wolf that smelled similar to the male that had brought him home. Her words brought a wider grin to his face as he stepped into full view, the tone of her voice lost on him as it went over his head. "Grim is bored!" He barked nonchalantly as he sat down, head tilting eerily to the side as he watched what she was doing.

As her questions continued, his head tilted the other way. Looking up at her as she stood over him. He was taller than him by a few inches, but not much to make a difference. He always appeared smaller because of his thin, lanky, wiry frame and the way he tended to hunch over himself. His too-big ears twitched atop his head as he considered an answer, unsettling gaze darting between her and the thing she had been working on. "Everyone is too busy for Grim. But cow-lady looks interesting, and she looks like she is doing something interesting. What is she doing? Can Grim help?" He asked, tongue sticking out as he panted, waiting for an answer. Third time's the charm, right?

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Enyo’s eyes narrowed as Grim’s eerie grin widened, unbothered by her pointed irritation. She loomed over him, her thick mane bristling slightly, though she held her composure. Cow-lady? Her jaw tightened, a low scoff escaping her before she shook her head.

"Bored, are you?" she muttered, voice smooth but edged with dry amusement. "Your entertainment is not a concern of mine. A bored pup is an unproductive one so why not find something of use to do." Still, she glanced at the trap she was setting, weighing whether involving him would be more trouble than it was worth. Of course did she even want to include him?




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"Yes, bored! Grim just said that, keep up will ya!?" He replied with a huff. He straightened up as he eyed her, listening as she continued and he stomped a foot in response. "Grim is not a pup! He is a yearling now!" Duh! Did this lady have any brain? Though her statement was irritating him. He was looking for something to do! Narrowing his eyes for a moment, he got the bright idea to...well...do what he did best. "Grim is bored. Cow-lady looks like she is doing something interesting. Grim wants to do something. So what is she doing? Can she show Grim?" He leaned a little to the side to peek past her and at the materials that sat nearby. His lips curling up into a bit of a grin as he looked at her again. "Watcha makin' there? Looks interestin'"

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