The Choice - Brian

Enyo approached the cliffs, the vivid red sky casting an ominous hue over the landscape. The wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze- how delicate they were next to the looming white stone. The air was thick with the scent of salt and earth, invigorating yet foreboding. As she made her way toward the edge, her piercing gaze scanned the area below, and her ears perked at the sounds of distant voices.

An unusual curiosity tempered her usual focus on the hierarchy of the Dunamis. There were voices ahead that beckoned her attention, hinting at a situation that might warrant her involvement.

As she neared the edge, Enyo spotted two figures: a smaller male, and another she-wolf radiating an ethereal glow. Both of them crouched by a distressed-looking wolf, who appeared to be soaked and bruised. The scene caught her interest, her innate desire to assert dominance flaring up at the sight of potential weakness. It would be easy to force the soaked one into submission... her mind briefly wandered to her plans for her slaves. At least until she remembered where she resided.

Such things would have to wait.

She approached silently, the soft rustle of her pawsteps almost lost in the winds that danced around the cliffs. Observing the stranger, a mix of empathy and calculation coursed through her. Her instinct to analyze the situation kicked in, weighing the benefits of offering her assistance against the prospect of remaining an intimidating presence.

"What's this?" Enyo's voice resonated through the air, rich and commanding. The others turned to her, their expressions shifting as they recognized the force of nature standing before them. "A lone wolf in distress? You don't smell of a pack." Her eyes glimmered with intrigue, assessing the newcomer’s state.

Enyo’s presence filled the space, an unwavering assertion of strength and authority. Though she maintained an air of aloofness, a flicker of genuine interest shone through her piercing gaze. She was no stranger to struggle, and while her demeanor often suggested indifference, she couldn’t ignore the magnetic pull of the unknown. Especially when it danced so closely with her need to be the solution.

"Speak quickly," she urged, her tone firm yet not entirely unkind. "I don’t have all day." The challenge hung in the air, a reminder of her unwavering dominance. The energy shifted around her, waiting for the response of the troubled stranger, her expectation palpable as she stepped forward, her silhouette cutting sharply against the red-lit sky.

She couldn't help but wish Erebros was here... He would know what to do. He was, in her eyes, the most skilled medic around. What would he do? What would he do?

"Do you need water?" It was the best she could come up with. But... as her eyes trailed they were surrounded by saltwater, "I could have one of my birds snatch you up a rabbit or something... even a fawn. You could drink the blood."

"SPEECH"