Her search for the creature had been fruitless, but not seedless. She could feel it deep inside. The searching would eventually come to an end and Tsillah's followers would claim the creature for Her. After her vivid vision with her Goddess, Enya had been aggressively scrying with her crystal. Anything she could think of, any clue, any piece of the puzzle she found, she used it as her leverage to scry. Every time, her efforts resulted in nothing.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed as she smacked the water in front of her angrily with her paw. The ripples erased the image upon the surface and when they settled, she was left staring back at herself. She had to find the creature. Tsillah's followers had to find the creature. If the vision that Tsillah had shown her was to be believed, then Ohr's followers would bring destruction where they pleased and sought fit. 'Weak of Will' she cursed to herself in her mind as she turned away from the water's edge, only to be faced with roots and muck instead. 'This is why souls should be devoured. Ohr breeds greed, nurtures pride, and encourages vanity. The weak Wills live, and they destroy everything they touch.' They failed to be strong, to learn to resist the temptations that embraced them. They lived lives of sin.
It was in the middle of this hateful monologue that Enya heard the unmistakable 'Slurp Sluchk' of someone else stepping through the swamp mud. Her tongue flicked from her jaws, tasting the air. It wasn't prey moving through the swamp, nor reptilian from what she could tell. That ruled out gators and anacondas. Curious, she decided to step towards the noise, making her own 'squish slursk' with each step. She paused when she saw the owner of (she assumed) the original mud noises. She wasn't sure what she was looking at, nor what it was doing with the hollow in the tree. "If you're hunting, you're never going to catch anything stomping through mud like that." she said pointedly, offering her opinion and advice unsolicited. She was in a foul mood after her failed scrying attempts. "And if you're not, well, you're not going to survive long stomping through mud like that."