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"

Nero was a beast who felt no fear. He had come face to face with his own mortality more times than he could count, the most recent of which had ended up in his servitude to Obscura. When there was no shortage of things that wanted you dead, you learned to stop feeling fear. So when the strange night passed into a crimson red day, Nero simply scowled and kept his guard up. Something was clearly amiss, but these were forces far beyond the reckoning of mortal creatures like themselves. Whatever was at play here, they were merely pawn moving on a board—maybe even less.

Scylla collected him early in the day and the Obscura wolves set out across Boreas to the land that had been rent apart to make room for something foreign and bizarre. Approaching the new territory, Nero was immediately struck by how quiet everything was. There were no songs of summer birds, no calls of prey or predator to be heard. It was as if all life had been petrified here in the blink of an eye. The odd stone spires that rose from the ground like pointed teeth towered over them, making Nero feel small—a feat that was extraordinarily rare for the ancient dire brute. Golden eyes looked around the red-tinted land and the bloody sky, feeling no unease or dread. He quite liked the hue, no matter how alien it was.

At the Sovereign's direction, Nero simply gave a huff of acknowledgement. He would do as he always did, which was whatever he pleased. Nothing had killed him yet and he didn't intend to start dying now. He followed the tiny fae toward the nearest spire, eyes scanning and studying the pillar. She asked if he had ever seen anything like it and the behemoth shook his head. "No. But whatever this is, it is old." Reaching a paw forward, Nero raked his claws against the stone's surface, testing its feel and coarseness. It was surprisingly smooth to the touch despite its weathered appearance. His claws moved down to trace the etched face of a screaming creature in the stone, tilting his head curiously to one side. "Very old."

"Scylla & Nero"

The feeling that he didn't quite belong here wasn't something Veigar could shake right away. He'd never really felt like he belonged anywhere though, so that wasn't exactly a surprising thing. The blind man's integration into the pack would be a slow process but it was a journey he wasn't deterred by. Wasn't like he had anywhere else to go, anyway. At least here he felt like... maybe not like he was among kindred souls, not really, but at least Scylla didn't act like he was damaged goods. Maybe she understood him, a little bit. Maybe someone else might too, eventually. Or maybe not. He wasn't exactly an optimist these days. He'd been wary to join her and Nero in their journey to this new land but he wanted to regardless. He didn't want to slow down the group though and he vowed to himself if he did that he'd abandon them. His blindness wasn't a secret here, not like it used to be. He carefully surveyed the scents as they went, using the sounds of his companion raven soaring high above to help orient him. His ears were always swiveling, attuned to the pawsteps of his traveling companions. He was a competent enough navigator despite his blindness. Veigar couldn't see what they could. He could, however, hear just how eerily silent this place was save for the wind that caused a strange cry to echo through the land. He could gather enough information about the world based on what the other two had said, but he didn't have all the information. "How tall are they?" He lifted a paw to carefully touch the stone, dragging it upward until he couldn't move it any further.

Nero spoke the words that she was thinking and Scylla nodded. The towers did indeed look very old. What could have caused them to wake from their subterranean slumber? They'd all felt the tremors in the earth, but it didn't feel strong enough to have pushed these giant spikes up into the air. Stranger things had happened though. Her father knew that better than anyone.

Veigar questioned them and Scylla turned to the blind man. "Some are taller than I can see. There seems to be dust and mist and whatever else obscuring the tops of some. The shorter ones taper off to a point. Still much taller than any of us." Scylla worried about her new blind friend. Perhaps she'd have to get him a seeing eye companion of some sort just to make sure that he didn't walk off of a cliff.

"Let's keep moving. Maybe we'll run into another group and we can see if they've learned anything." Mismatched eyes flashed to Nero and she silently asked if he was okay. She was weird and strange situations didn't phase her much, but not everyone was like her.

"Scylla Klein"