Packed Punch

This place reeked of violence, the air was thicker here. Each breath was imbued with copper and gore. Enyo had caught whiffs of this area while she was near the glow-shroom cave and had decided then that she would make the journey some day soon to explore it. It seemed this area was frequented by the wolves of Boreas and judging by the crimson scent... it was less than pleasurable.

Today, the woman had stumbled upon her new leader, Medusa. This strange woman, Enyo admired her for reaching for places and power and Enyo was too cowardly to do so. Whatever. Work with what you have. There was no point in mulling over things she could not change so she quickly ignored her feelings. Instead, Enyo would focus on the dust blowing into her pristine coat, dirtying it.

There seemed to be another large wolf there, she heard him address Medusa and though she did not recognize him she would not intervene. Instead, Enyo would sit back and observe. Perhaps she would ask for a spar, however for right now her icy hues preferred to analyze and learn those around her.
"SPEECH"