So much to do, and so little time. Flare had set himself a goal, and he was determined to see it through. No matter what it took, or how much blood was shed to get there. He made his way to the woods just to the South West of the pack and got to hunting. This territory seemed like it would be good to find prey, even if the territory did seem a little strange.

As he made his way through the woods, his bird in the sky above him and his fox at his side, he breathed in deeply. Taking in what scents were available as he searched out suitable prey. The scent of a grazer hit him after a few moments of tracking, and he set his attention on the scent.

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She half expected to see him at this point, her nose was becoming accustomed to the scent of Flare on the soil. Whether stale or only an hour old. Their tracks were often crossed in their hunts. Unbeknownst to her, the molten brute was on the same quest as her, the urge to be better. So formidable that you could take your fantasies and force them into reality. Into something tangible.

Today, she would smell him again. Enyo had been tracking some pronghorns she had spotted in the distance earlier. Their travels led her farther north than she was expecting. Which was fine, she would relish the colder climate. However, she couldn't help but notice that often, Flare's scent would overlap the pronghorns. The fresher the prey's scent was, the fresher his would become. She would call Foberos from the sky, the deadly falcon landed on her back. Listening to the Warlord's commands to find him. It didn't take long, a piercing sky would tell her the faithful bird did so quickly. Enyo would follow Foberos' guidance to the Ghazi.


"And yet our paths cross again.", she stated matter-of-factly, "I have a sneaking suspicion we're after the same game today. If it's pronghorn, I saw them go that way." She would nudge the air with her head, pointing in the direction she has scented them before.

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The fire toned wolf raised his head as Enyo’s scent - and then her form - entered his sensors. When she came close enough to hear him, he grunted in acknowledgement. “It seems so” he agreed. Her help would be useful against the horned beasts, though he wouldn’t admit it outloud lightly.

He turned in the direction she had indicated, and soon after the pronghorn came into view. Now, they just needed to separate them from the herd. “Grab that one on the left, and herd it towards me” he said, indicating with his head towards the long grass where he would be waiting in ambush.


Medium pray hunt: Pronghorn, 2/3


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Enyo preferred to do the killing, relishing in the violence and bloodshed, but it seemed today she would leave that to Flare. The objective was a greater priority than wants and needs. With a curt nod the woman would beeline towards the pronghorns. After months of hunting through these lands, she knew these were some of the fastest creatures in Boreas. Two would be good in this hunt, and she knew he knew so.

Enyo made her way over to the herbivores, keeping low until she was in positon. It would take a couple minutes but she would wait until the desired pronghorn took a few steps too far away from the herd. Once it happened she would launch forward, barking and snapping to scare it towards Flare. Any time it veered too far right or too far left, Enyo would answer with a sudden burst of speed and a terrifying noise to guide it back to place.


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Flare placed himself exactly where he had indicated he would, and waited. He knew Enyo would be taking a moment to ensure she could successfully separate the Pronghorn from its pairs.

He knew the moment she had done so, as the air filled with snaps and snarls as she frightened it and relied on its terror to lead it straight to him. He listened until the sound of its crashing was close before launching himself forward, hitting the pronghorn hard on the side. Bowling it over into the grasses as he sought out its throat. Enyo would have to help him hold down the long legged and horned creature


Medium pray hunt: Pronghorn, 3/3


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It was over as quickly as it started. Enyo’s icy blue eyes darted to Flare as he crashed into the pronghorn, taking it down with brutal force. She watched the way his muscles rippled under his coat, each movement deliberate, and her lips curled into a subtle, approving smirk.

Without hesitation, she closed the distance, her teeth sinking into one of the pronghorn’s flailing legs to help pin it down. The creature was only so much bigger than them. With the heavy weight of Enyo pressed upon it, it wasn't going anywhere.

Her gaze flickered over Flare again, this time lingering just a heartbeat longer. Not bad, she thought, a quiet spark of satisfaction igniting in her chest as they worked in sync.

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