After her encounter with Duskorna and the resulting events, Enya had convinced herself that she needed time away from her Kingdom. She'd been on high alert, doing endless laps around her territory day after day, waiting and watching, looking for Verdantis to make the retaliation against her and Duskorna. She'd stirred the pot as a shepherd of Tsillah and she wondered exactly when the pot might boil over. Patience, however, was not a trait often found within Enya. The longer they dragged their paws on their retaliation, the more and more anxious she grew. Sleep came little to her. Those who offered her council commented on her withered appearance, a shell driven by the need to protect and defend. At first she resisted, insisting that she was needed to patrol alongside the rest of the guards and sentries that lived within their Kingdom. When Caedwyn himself, however, made a comment, she listened and obeyed. He knew her better than any of the others. If he said it, then it must be true.
Enya departed late into Fall with her saddle-bags filled with rations, medicine, and makeshift tools. Her goal was to gather fresh supplies to craft another set of armor with. Her current set - while still operable - was old and several times repaired. It didn't exactly make the most intimidating presentation when stepping into combat. Once she retired the set, it would become one of the most valuable pieces in her hoard. Each bone held a story, each story a memory and window into her past.
Her trek had started just outside of their mountain range, the Midnight Mountains. She'd traveled westwards, skirting the woods and cutting through the open passage before finding herself in new lands untraveled by her before. When her gaze fell upon the mighty bluffs, she stared in awe. The waterfall that cascaded downwards fell for what looked to be many many lengths. Even from a distance she could hear the roaring of the water as it crashed down upon whatever lay beneath it's force. Enya was immediately drawn to the waterfall and the might that it displayed. When she approached the river that the waterfall emptied into, she stopped and stared with appreciation. She would have to bring Caedwyn here sometime so they could play in the water together.
She'd camped out near the base of the waterfall for several days, slowly working her way up and down the bluffs as she scouted for anything worthy to be worked and twisted into armor. Finding nothing in the lower regions, she packed her things and headed up to the top. It was time to inspect what was at the top of the waterfall. Her climb had started early in the day. By the time the sun had moved mostly across the sky, signaling early afternoon, Enya was panting with the physical exertion of climbing the rocky terrain. She relished the aches and pains that she felt, but also knew that soon she would need to rest for the evening.
Just when she was thinking about finding a spot to settle down for the night, she heard a sudden loud roar followed by consecutive loud bangs. Enya paused mid-step as she listened, trying to determine if the banging was moving in any particular direction or if it was stationary. She listened for a good while, long enough to recognize a sort of rhythm in the beats. When she decided that the noise was stationary, Enya altered her direction and made her way towards the booming sounds. She wanted to see what was causing so much noise, and wanted to evaluate if it would pose a threat to her.
What she saw made her believe that yes, this creature absolutely could be a threat to her. She heard the crashing of timber and stepped carefully, trying not to startle what might be ahead. Her figure poked out from the tree line a ways away from the wolf and she stared at them, her eyes tracing over the hulking figure, brawny limbs, odd growths on their face and countless scars. A warrior, a killer.
"Is there a reason why you're felling logs all the way up here?" Enya inquired as she stared down the wolf head-on. She was also a threat, after all. "Is this claimed land? I did not smell any markers on my way up." Her forked tongue flicked from between her jaws, scenting the wolf at a distance. Female. No odor of Verdantis. No odor of Duskorna. No odor of his Kingdom either. A vagrant, perhaps, or was there another Kingdom lurking about in the lands?