Make An Ass Out Of You

The sun blazed mercilessly over the dunes, its relentless heat turning the landscape into a sweltering sea of gold. Enyo led the way with measured steps, her powerful limbs sinking slightly into the fine, shifting sand. It proved fairly difficult to walk, but for every step that burned she reminded herself that pain was weakness leaving the body. She would only come out stronger. Her fur, a dramatic blend of black and white, shimmered with a sheen that accentuated her silhouette.

Beside her, her younger brother Nikolaos managed to keep pace. However, this harsh sun had both Enyo and Nikolaos panting for mercy. It seemed in her explorations, she had gone too far west. Which was fine, as long as she discovered something or familiarized herself with the land, there was no such thing as a wasted day.

"Keep close, Nikolaos," she instructed curtly, her voice a blend of authority and impatience. "We’re not here for a leisurely stroll."

As they moved through the shifting dunes, Enyo’s ears perked up, detecting the faintest hint of movement behind them. Her senses were never at rest, honed by years of maneuvering and strategic assessments. The sound of hooves crunching on the sand was faint but persistent.

Enyo slowed her pace, her demeanor unchanging. Her vanity and arrogance dictated that she remain aloof, even in the face of potential danger. She glanced back, her piercing gaze scanning the horizon. What she saw made her fur bristle slightly at the sight of an enormous Wild Donkey, its fur a dusty brown, trailing them. The animal’s eyes were wild with anger, its powerful legs kicking up clouds of sand. The donkey’s aggressive demeanor and the way it had been following them meant trouble.

Enyo held up a paw, signaling him to wait. "Let’s see what it intends first," she said, her tone firm but controlled. Despite her internal eagerness to confront the beast, she wanted to observe Nikolaos’s response. This was not only about the immediate threat but also about assessing her brother’s capability and composure. Enyo observed him with a critical eye. She allowed him to take the initiative, her sharp gaze assessing his every move. Enyo prepared herself to intervene if necessary. Her thoughts churned with a mixture of impatience and anticipation.

"What would you like to do brother? Shall we keep walking forward and ignore it?"

The donkey’s fury was obvious as it approached, braying loudly. Its hooves pounded against the sand, and its eyes flared with a primal rage. Enyo watched with a detached interest, her confidence still intact even in this dire situation. The animal’s bulk and aggression were interesting to say the least... quite different than a fellow wolf.





"SPEECH"