Who else would I call?

The others arrived shortly after Enyo, all exchanging words of caution. A disagreeing growl rumbled threw his throat, a stiffer warning. But the songs that came from them, the terror. It was all that took to make the large brute advance closer. His tail holding a dominance stance. His ears swiveled upon his skull. To say he wasn't curious was a understatement. A true understatement. Something so dangerous just coming out of no where at night? Showing up like science fiction? He moved ahead of his family, his ears following the sounds that seemed to become louder.

The masculine known as Atticus was ahead further than he wanted, but something was calling to him it felt like. Tearing at him. Beaconing him, as a lighthouse does for sailors during the nightly hours. The light ahead, seemed to pulsate like blood in veins. Or a better way to put it is the pumping of ones heart. He came to stop dangerously close to a large one that was hallowed, the dirt seemed loose under his paws, he then would halt. Bringing up his paw as running it over the stone. It was weird to the touch. The edges and everything else. Something he's never really took witness too.

The stone was smooth but rugged, and warm due to the heat that surrounded all of Boreas. His ears twisted back as he lowered his cranium towards the ground, listening closer.

"Speech!"