Enyo padded silently through the tall emerald grasses, each massive paw falling deliberately despite her size. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver light over the rolling expanse of Emerald Valley. The sweet scent of lush grasses filled the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of damp soil as Enyo stood tall stretched before her. The area was rich and alive with the scent of prey. Her head remained high, posture exuding the unshakable confidence that came as naturally to her as breathing.

Her thick, velvety voice quietly glided through the cool morning air, low and commanding as she addressed the wolves following behind her. "Stay sharp," she rumbled. "Our target is close. The scent isn't as stale as it was before. Keep an eye out for any signs of activity. Footsteps, dung, rooting... anything." The familiar tang of the hippo lingered in her nostrils. A musky, heavy, and unmistakable stench. A challenging hunt. Perfect.

Enyo's eyes scanned the horizon, the tall grasses shifting as her muscular form wove through them. She was built for this each powerful limb, broad shoulder, and thick neck designed to bring down prey far larger than herself. The thick fur that shielded her from harsher climates now clung close to her skin, damp with the moisture of the valley’s humid mist.

Despite the grand task ahead, her mind briefly wandered, envying the respect that would be automatic if she were born male. This hunt would remind them all of her dominance, her strength, and her irrefutable place at the top, even if she had to constantly prove it. Nike’s voice echoed in her memory, If you had been born a man, you would have undoubtedly been remembered as one of the greats in history, my dear.

Her jaw clenched at the thought. She would be remembered, regardless.

The group slowed as the scent thickened. She paused, lifting her head to catch the faintest sounds in the wind.


GOAL: Tracked and killed any extra-large prey animal with 6+ participants

"SPEECH"

CODE BY SIN

A hunt was underway, and Ripper was eager to...well...rip apart their target! He glanced at his brother Grim with barely contained excitement and glee, practically wanting to run out of his skin already to start chasing down their quarry. But...the issue with that was he didn't know what they were hunting yet. One of the newer members was leading the hunt, though the young male paid no mind to her air of confidence as such things were lost on him, up and over his head. The only one he cared to respect was Mother Medusa until, maybe, others earned that spot too. He trounced along with the group, bi-colored gaze searching and nose twitching as he tried to pick out a scent among the pack wolves.

They would arrived at Emerald Valley, a cacophony of scents wafting around him. Breaking off slightly from the group with Grim in tow, he saw some weird tracks and boy did they look deep! Whatever it was appeared to be big and heavy. Musky smelling even. Its strong stench lingering in the air. "Ooh! Ooh! Ripper found something!" He nearly shouted, excited that he had found the tracks of whatever beast they belonged to.

"Speech"

It was a-hunting time! He trailed like a ghost behind the others, nearly shoulder to shoulder with Ripper as the group made their way to Emerald Valley. Piercing red gaze was practically glowing in the moonlight. His lanky, twitchy body almost didn't even appear wolf-ish, but rather like some strange creature from an old folktale. Head hung low like that of a hyena, his permanent smile etched on his face eerie in its own right. He wasn't the most friendly of creatures, but he wouldn't turn down an opportunity to shred whatever their prey might be.

Following the leader of the hunt, Grim's ears twitched as she spoke, though his attention didn't remain on her long as Ripper pulled him away when he found something. Grim tilted his head this way and that as he studied the tracks. A creature larger than them all. Heavier. Though what kind of creature, he wasn't sure. The scent was something he vaguely remembered from his lost travels, but he had never gotten close enough to it to find out what it was. Licking his lips as Ripper announced he had found something, he added "Mmm...Grim has smelled this before..." He croaked, tail twitching with anticipation.

"Speech"

"Speech"
|| "Thoughts"

To be honest Identification had no idea as to why she wanted to join in with the hunt that Enyo has taken the time to get together, gathering those that were brave enough to do so. It was going to take time and patience especially taking down a large hippopotamus that lived in a large to medium sized school. It wasn't going to be easy to say the least, but the reward was worth the risk of everything at hand. She also heard stories of them being close to nineteen feet with their tails and then up to five tons. So it would take a lot of team work. No matter differences. She needed to earn her place within Insomnia and prove to the rest of the pack that she was a worthy member and not just here to partake within the rewards. No, that wasn't Identifications personality.

She listened as Enyo has spoke out, then that of Grim and Ripper had come into veiw. They both were young but with their size known they could handle their own. "We have to be very careful and vigilant, especially dealing with a school. If one is out of the water it would be more promising." Her voice a whisper so the others could hear but noto loud enough to alert the school the ways infront of them. "Be vigilant and cautious. These are known for killing everything especially when females are in estures."

Ears swiveled upon her skull as she lowered her body down enough to be able to crawl around if need be. But also high enough that she would be able to take off and bring one closer to the group waiting. It would be a dangerous game of a hunt, a risk with all of their lives.

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