The siren lounges on a smooth, large rock at the edge of her grotto, her sinuous tail draped gracefully over the side, partially submerged in the cool sea. Her glowing eyes, the color of deep ocean depths, scan the horizon with an almost predatory focus.

As the last rays of the sun catch the surface of the water, she notices a distant shape—a boat, its silhouette barely visible against the glowing backdrop. Her eyes narrow with interest. She can barely make out the vessel, but her keen senses and enchanted sight allow her to perceive its details with eerie clarity.

Her pack, a group of similarly enchanting but lesser sirens, gathers around her, their eyes following her gaze. They are drawn to her commanding presence and the energy that radiates from her as she observes the boat. The sound of gentle waves lapping against the rocks and the distant cries of seabirds create a tranquil backdrop, contrasting sharply with the tension of the moment.

The siren rises gracefully, her tail curling around her as she moves with fluid elegance. Her scales glisten with a soft, mesmerizing light. She turns to her pack, her voice a low, melodic whisper that carries an undertone of anticipation.

“The vessel approaches,” she murmurs, her voice echoing with a haunting, alluring quality. “Prepare yourselves.”

The pack responds with a chorus of soft, chime-like hums, their excitement palpable. The siren steps into the water, her tail flicking with an almost imperceptible wave, and she begins to swim towards the boat, her movements smooth and deliberate.