The Unraveling - Going Deeper
Enyo prowled through the frozen landscape, her massive frame moving with a silent, ominous grace as she investigated the area around the ship. The bitter chill of the north was nothing compared to the simmering heat of her frustration. Their hunt had been a failure. She seethed inwardly, silently cursing the insolence and recklessness of the others. Had they simply followed her lead, the musk ox would have been trapped, studied, and properly disposed of. Instead, it had escaped, leaving her with nothing but the bitter aftertaste of failure.
There was a strange hum that rumbled through the ground, a haunting sound that seemed to echo from some unseen depths, and it piqued her curiosity despite herself. As she scanned the landscape, she noticed the other wolves gathering near the wrecked ship. A few familiar faces stood out in the group. Katsuro, with his fiery mane. Some others. She would pad closer, recognizing the pup.
The scent of Syndicate was thick in the air, and her sharp gaze shifted between the wolves, noting their presence. It seemed that brute Flare wasn't here so she had no reason to expect any drama. Besides, there were bigger issues at hand.
Yet, beneath the surface, Enyo felt an unsettling sensation gnawing at her. Her body was restless. It was as if her instincts were trying to warn her of something lurking just beyond her reach. She dismissed the feeling, her pride unwilling to admit any vulnerability. Perhaps it was her estrus cycle, but she wasn’t about to entertain the thought, especially not here, among Syndicate wolves and other strangers.
Ignoring the discomfort, she approached the gathered group with her head held high, her posture exuding confidence and authority. Her eyes swept over them, taking in the tension and curiosity reflected in their stances as they peered into the icy depths of the newly formed crevasse. The hum seemed to call from below, a haunting melody.
"Seems the earth itself is restless," she observed, her thick, velvety voice breaking the silence as she addressed no one in particular.
But as she looked down into the gaping maw of the crevasse, the unsettling feeling within her grew stronger, almost like a warning. The hum was louder here, almost palpable, vibrating through her bones. Whatever lurked below was unnatural. And though she would never admit it aloud, it made her uneasy.
Turning her attention back to the others, Enyo narrowed her eyes, masking her unease with a commanding stare. “Whatever lies beneath,” she murmured,"it’s no friend to us. This was where I saw the musk ox scratching."
"SPEECH"
ENYO IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES! SHE OFTEN DEALS WITH SEXUAL THEMES, VIOLENCE, GORE, AND ABUSE.
Enyo's companions Foberos, a large peregrine falcon, & Atromitos, a large snowy owl, are to be assumed as with her at all times unless otherwise stated