The air was cold and thin as Enyo moved silently through the snow-covered landscape, her massive paws pressing into the frost, leaving deliberate, heavy prints in her wake. The sky above remained a haunting red, casting an eerie glow across the ship's wreck. Its rusted hull jutting from the earth like the skeleton of some long-dead beast.

She scanned the horizon and her two companions soared above, cutting through the biting winds with ease. The owl thrived in the cold, gliding effortlessly over the stark terrain, while the falcon darted ahead, scouting with sharp, precise movements.

A flicker of movement from the sky caught Enyo’s eye. The falcon circled high above, its shrill cry echoing across the barren land, signaling something ahead. Her owl, following closely, swooped low and banked, confirming the discovery. Enyo's ears perked, the sound of the falcon's warning cry sharp and unmistakable. Her eyes followed their flight pattern, and she knew it from the birds’ signals. Something was nearby, something off. A musk ox. Likely one of the afflicted.

Her fur bristled as she inhaled deeply, the cold air sharp in her lungs. She couldn’t see it yet, but the scent lingered faintly on the wind... a musk far more sour and pungent than it should have been. Sick. Diseased, perhaps. Her jaw tightened at the thought. She had brought a bear trap, or something akin. It was designed to act as a foothold. She wanted to minimize mouth contact. She was looking for an edge, a cliff. Something to prevent her mouth from tasting the foul blood.

It only seemed smart.

Enyo crouched low, her muscles tense as she slinked forward, using the scattered debris of the old shipwreck as cover. For now, she wouldn’t rush in. Patience was key. Whatever was wrong with the prey in this strange land demanded caution. Much experience as a huntress told her that there was something very wrong.


"SPEECH"

Epimethius had followed Enyo's path, he had also noticed the odd sour musk that had begun spreading through S.S Antiox. It made him uncomfortable, and uneasy. He crouched as he found her scent growing stronger, speeding up to find her while making sure to stay quiet. He wasn't sure if he wanted to face whatever smelled so sickening. He assumed that Enyo was probably crafting a trap, he had begun to realize just how skilled she was when it came to anything trap-related. And he knew she would have a plan to take it down with minimal contact, because if it was diseased..? The taste of its blood did not appease him. He did want to find out what was causing it, however, and if it affected more than just prey animals. Soon he found her, she was walking through the debris. He knew she was using it as cover so he dared not to speak as he walked up to her, letting his feet fall just a smidge louder than before. Only hard enough to let her know he was near before resuming trekking next to her quietly. His eyes would scan the horizon as he looked for any sort of way to trap, or lead the sickened animal to its death. "Talk"

They had successfully taken down their bison, but Raumr still wondered. Were other prey animals behaving oddly such as the fluffy brown beasts? His eyes scanned the bland landscape and the icy ship for anything out of place. Scarred marks lining the frosted ship's hull did seem unusual. What had made those? It seemed different than where a bison would rub. Perhaps it was from... A musk ox? He watches the solitary animal behave oddly before he notices the two wolves also watching it.

Taking a wide, silent berth as his large paws displaced the sound of his heavy weight, Raumr approached the canines from the side. Once he was close enough, he slid down to his belly and looked from the two to the musk ox and then back again. "I shall help, tell me where to go," he murmurs, a hint of anticipation and excitement glittering in his eyes.

Raumr Regalus, the Third

table coding by bunni ♥

He was frustrated by his loss and kept hanging around the area like a blood-backed ghost. Katsu still had the gore from the first failed hunt painting an ugly gash of red down his chest to match his fiery mane. It didn't take long to track another musk ox, similar to the first - clearly afflicted with something. He approached on light, quick paws, scanning the scene before him and the hunters already gathered her. Kat took a breath, steadying himself as he was still panting from the exertion of his first hunt.

It barely registered at first that he stood within spitting distance of a lion. He tried not to balk at the apex predator, straightening his spine and standing tall. Katsu dipped his head in a stiff, formal greeting to the other wolves. "Many paws make light work. Avoid putting your mouths on any of the lesions, but go for blood and tire it out," he said quickly, all business, hitting the highlights from his previous endeavor. This time he would be successful. The yearling dropped into a hunter's crouch and rounded on the musk ox's other side, beginning to dart in and nip at its legs and underbelly.

"speech"

coded by NachoMumma