We have to go get dinner

Enyo moved like a shadow through the tall grass, her powerful frame low and deliberate. Each step was silent and calculated, with her piercing eyes locked onto the deer grazing ahead. The wind shifted in their favor, carrying the scent of the prey toward them. It was an opportunity she wouldn’t waste.

Beside her, Erebos mirrored her movements, his bulk silent and controlled, their unspoken coordination seamless. Enyo’s heart thrummed with anticipation, muscles coiled beneath her thick fur. She signaled him with a subtle flick of her ear, then inched closer, ready to strike when the deer made the slightest misstep.

"SPEECH"