follow me, band of royalty

Enyo, the formidable matriarch of the Dunamis, stood tall and impressive. Her dense and rugged fur adding to her grand silhouette. As Erebos’s deep, resonant howl reverberated through the air, she allowed herself a moment of pride, knowing that their presence would make an impression on Medusa and the pack of Insomnia. There was much to lose and far more to gain. It could be dangerous and risky to allow such a formidable group of wolves to join. How could you know if you could trust them? So it was imperative that they all put their best foot forward and made good first impressions.

However, her attention was swiftly drawn to Nikolaos’s latest display of dramatic flair. A sharp, disdainful snort escaped her as she watched him collapse theatrically onto his side, his normally immaculate alabaster fur now marred by the dirt of their journey. She could hardly suppress the exasperation that bubbled up within her. Her lip twitched up into a slight snarl. Nothing irritated her more than a poorly behaved Dunamis. They all knew better. Enyo's eyes were icy daggers attempting to stab into his pelt. Her heart pounded and she wanted nothing more than to lay her paws on him. She approached her younger brother, making sure her face was wiped clean of any previous resentment. She would approach him, lowering her head to his and attempting to nip his ear in a corrective manner before speaking.

“Nikolaos,” she said quietly, her tone in a cold manner, “If you cannot maintain the dignity expected of a Dunamis, then at the very least, show some respect for the opportunity we are about to receive. We are here to prove our worth and align ourselves with a pack of distinctions. Your behavior only diminishes our standing and undermines our efforts. Do you truly think this display is appropriate? Get your ass up. Stand up. Now” she commanded, the last word embellished with a deep promising growl. There would be consequences if he didn't behave himself.

Did he think his paws were the only ones that ached? Did he even stop to consider that everyone would be in pain? That if they behaved well and presented themselves as worthy that there would be no need to travel? What a child.

Her eyes flicked toward Erebos, noting his poised and assertive stance, and then back to Nikolaos, who was still languishing on the ground. The contrast between her composed authority and Nikolaos’s dramatics was great in this moment and, in Enyo’s view, deeply embarrassing.


Enyo’s voice remained low enough so that only those immediately around could barely hear, “Remember, Nikolaos, we are here to demonstrate our value and secure a future for ourselves within Insomnia. This is no place for your discomfort to overshadow our mission.”

She turned her gaze back to Erebos, nodding in silent acknowledgment of his leadership and the gravity of their situation. Quietly, she would walk back to her previous position behind Erebros and silently wait. Not wanting to further discuss their brother's behavior. There would be no need for anyone else to step in now. Any moment Medusa could be coming, she just had to hope the woman wasn't already silently observing them. It was something Enyo would do if she was her.

"SPEECH"