Where It May Lead

Enyo moved through the rippling grasses with a quiet gait. Each step was measured, her heavy paws making only the faintest sound against the dew-laden earth. Like her brother, she had an easy and restful night, not once had she been bothered by familial duties and so she rested thoroughly. The early morning air clung to her thick fur, promising a humid day to come. The summer here was not as temperate and mild as back home. She had heard rumors of land further south experiencing quite the opposite change in weather. With frost and frozen lakes... Enyo couldn't imagine such a contrast.

Her silver-blue and icy-blue eyes scanned the horizon with keen intelligence, catching sight of Kronos moving at a relaxed pace ahead of her. A flicker of pride stirred in her chest as she observed him; he was a finely crafted specimen of their bloodline, every inch the Dunamis prince with his chiseled features and striking coat. But as always, that pride was tinged with the faint, gnawing envy that had long since taken root in her heart. The threat of him surpassing her all because of his sex. It was inevitable, knowing that her place as 2nd in power could easily be taken with time. Regardless, she held pride in all her brothers.

Her head was held high, posture commanding as if the very ground beneath her feet was hers to rule. When she finally spoke, her voice was thick and velvety, carrying a weight of authority that demanded attention.

"Kronos," she greeted, her tone cool and measured. "It seems you've decided to greet the day before the sun itself. Admirable. Do you mind if I accompany you? I have yet to explore this area as detailed as I prefer." She let the words hang in the air, her sharp gaze assessing him.

Enyo’s eyes flickered to the horizon, the sun had not even threatened to show itself yet. Was it early in the morning or late at night? "The Dance Floor of the Gods," she mused, her voice softening slightly as she took in the vast, empty plains. "A fitting name, though I wonder if the gods themselves would find this heat as intolerable as we do." It was a soft attempt at a joke, perhaps to lighten the mood a little. Nothing the Dunamis couldn't handle, especially with the trails their father made them endure... A little humidity and heat would hardly have an effect on their performances. However, there was no need to be so serious in this moment between two siblings. Besides, she hadn't had a one-on-one with her brother in quite a while. It would be good to catch up.

She paused, the corners of her mouth twitching into the faintest of smirks as she returned her gaze to Kronos. "Shall we make this patrol worth our time, little brother? The gods may be watching, but it’s the wolves on this earth who truly matter." She would offer him one more quip before awaiting his response.

"SPEECH"