It's Alive!!!!!

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"