Are you sick of me? Would you like to be?

At times, the world felt like it was being ripped apart. Despite the horrors of the worms, Enyo knew that this too shall pass. Today she sought some form of respite, her body still sore from her encounter with the ice worm. By the grace of the gods, she escaped relatively untouched. But still, the horrid image of pups and adults being eaten alive and slaughtered. It was a bit frazzling.

The feeling of being powerless?

The Dunamis would remain stoic and strong as ever. With so much coming on the horizon for the family, she couldn't afford to falter now. So here she was, her large and imposing form striding through Insomnia's soon-to-be territory. She was trying to do her rounds and keep the scent of the pack fresh while they expanded. The faintest scent of another reach her nose. The soft gourmand smell of vanilla floating above her.

Icy hues looked up to see a she-wolf resting. For a moment she thought it was Empousa the bug, at least until her eyes adjusted.

"May I help you?", she said with her gruff Greek accent.


"SPEECH"