Enyo’s paws pounded against the earth, each stride a powerful burst of speed as she chased after the deer. Her muscles worked in tandem like a well-honed weapon. The wind rushed past her carrying with it the scent of prey. She could see the deer up ahead, their forms bounding over the landscape in a desperate bid to escape her pursuit.

They were fast, but Enyo was relentless.

As she closed the gap, the land before her began to change. The once-familiar ground gave way to the shimmering expanse of the Bifrost. Glistening in the sunlight, stretching out towards Auster. The sight was almost enough to distract even Enyo, but her focus remained sharp, eyes locked on the herd as they fled across the glittering sands.

The surface beneath her paws shifted, a mix of white sand, shells, and minerals crunching softly with each stride. Enyo paid it little mind to how her paws sank with each landing, her instincts guiding her across the bridge as if it were just another part of her territory. She could see the deer faltering, unsure of this unfamiliar terrain, their movements becoming more erratic as panic set in. It was exactly the kind of vulnerability Enyo thrived on.


"SPEECH"

CODE BY SIN

Having left the castle grounds earlier that morning, Clove was making her way toward the land bridge that connected the two continents, wanting to explore the seaside for treasures. Her raven was flying in the heavens above her, keeping an eye out for danger which made Clove feel safe, even in solitude. She could always send it back for help if something happened.

Walking along the shore, Clove welcomes the symphony of the oceanside- the crashing waves of the beach, the salty sea-breeze that ruffled her fur. It was a soothing backdrop, and one she greatly enjoyed. But it was quickly shattered by the sound of footfall pounding against the sand. A large silhouette was barreling toward her, coming from Boreas- and in front of it, was a deer frantically running for its life. A hunt no doubt. Clove suddenly becomes indecisive- does she assist the stranger, or get out of their way?

She doesn’t have much time to think. Suddenly, the frantic deer is barreling toward her, and Clove acts on instinct. Leaping forward, she barks and snaps her jaws, frightening deer, forcing it to pivot and turn away from her. Its footing falters in the sand, and it trips several steps, slowing down enough for the other wolf to close in.

"Clove Carpathius"

Enyo's eyes narrowed as the deer began to veer erratically, its wild eyes catching sight of the strange she-wolf on the opposite side of the Bifrost. Enyo took in the sight of the small figure, her own large paws thundering against the sands as she closed the distance between them.

She watched as the stranger snapped at the deer, forcing it to stumble in its frantic attempt to change course. A low growl of approval rumbled in Enyo's throat. This she-wolf had, perhaps unknowingly, aided her hunt. Her intense gaze flicked briefly from the deer to the stranger, noting her delicate build. She wasn't anyone Enyo had encountered before, and for a heartbeat, curiosity mingled with the thrill of the hunt.

But her focus returned to the deer, her muscles coiling as she closed in. With a powerful lunge, Enyo launched herself forward, her jaws parting wide. The deer, still off-balance from its abrupt turn, was vulnerable,. Its hind legs faltering in the shifting sand. Enyo's crushing jaws found their mark, clamping down on the deer's flank with a strength that spoke of her lineage. A wolf bred for power and dominance.

The deer cried out, struggling in vain against her grip, but Enyo's hold was unrelenting. She twisted her head, forcing the creature off-balance, its hooves skidding against the glittering sands. The adrenaline of the hunt coursed through her, her powerful limbs anchoring her as she dragged the deer down, her teeth tearing into its flesh.

"SPEECH"

CODE BY SIN

With the deer faltering in place, the larger wolf was able to close in- having leaped at the deer, grabbing onto its flank and using their overwhelming strength to force it off-balance. Sand flew in all directions, and Clove took an instinctive step back, wanting to stay out of the way- but the impulse to engage was gnawing at her mind- the visceral desire to be a predator. It was only natural for a wolf.

Overtaken by instinct, Clove leaps into the fray, trying to assist the larger wolf. She grabs onto one of its flailing legs, trying to help keep it anchored down. She wasn’t the type to go for the kill- Clove was better suited for tracking and chasing- but she could help keep it still.

"Clove Carpathius"

Enyo felt the familiar rush of adrenaline surge through her veins as the deer struggled beneath her grip, its frantic bleats filling the air. She loved this part, the struggle. The struggle of a creature who couldn't save itself. The scent of blood mixed with the tang of the sea breeze, heightening her senses. This was where she thrived, where her power and purpose converged.

To her surprise, the small she-wolf leaped into the fray. Enyo's sharp gaze caught the movement as Clove darted in, her jaws clamping down on one of the deer's flailing legs. A flash of approval flickered in Enyo's icy blue eyes. This stranger, despite her delicate build, was not afraid to get her paws dirty. To engage in the brutality of the hunt. How fun!

Enyo shifted her weight, using her mass to press the deer into the shimmering sands of the Bifrost. She felt the creature's muscles give way beneath her as she wrestled it down, its struggles weakening by the second. The deer's panicked gaze met hers, and a thrill coursed through her. The War Queen's own eyes narrow with a mix of satisfaction and hunger.

With a final motion, Enyo lunged forward, her powerful jaws finding the deer's throat. She clamped down, her teeth piercing flesh and cutting off the creature's cries. The deer's struggles ceased, its body going slack beneath the combined weight of the two wolves. The taste of blood filled Enyo's mouth, and a shiver of exhilaration ran down her spine as she held the deer until its life had fully drained away. The fur spiked from the top of her neck down her back in pleasure. She began to lap at the blood, enjoying the warmth of it all.

She released her hold slowly, savoring the moment. her breath coming in heavy puffs. Blood stained her muzzle, the metallic tang of it intoxicating. Enyo stood over the fallen deer, her chest heaving. She took a step back, her intense gaze shifting to the stranger who had joined her in this primal dance.

"Well done," Enyo said, her velvety Greek voice carrying an edge of approval. There was something about this small, delicate wolf that intrigued her. Despite her size, she had not shied away from the blood, the violence, and the raw nature of the hunt. Enyo respected that.

"I am Enyo," she said, her voice powerful and unwavering. She straightened, her stance proud and authoritative as her icy eyes locked onto Clove's mismatched gaze. "Daughter of the Dunamis. Who are you, stranger, to leap into another's hunt with such spirit?"

There was no aggression in her tone, but a challenge lay within her words... a test, an invitation to prove herself further. The thrill of the hunt still lingered, and Enyo's curiosity was piqued.

"SPEECH"