I spoke to god today

Her nose had been to the floor the moment Atticus announced that he desired to go hunting. Quickly they both would track down the scent. Enyo prowled through the forest, her fur shimmering under the dappled sunlight that filtered through the budding leaves. The forest was alive with the vibrancy of spring, the scent of wildflowers mingled with the earthy aroma of damp soil. Something that Enyo hoped she could take advantage of. Her sharp eyes tracked the trail of a large white-tailed deer buck, its tracks faint but discernible against the soft ground. The hunt was on, but the warmth of day made the pursuit less urgent, more a dance of patience and skill.

Being sure to keep low, her paw steps were ghost-like in their silence, she spotted the deer froze. Instinct taking over. The woman took a moment to glance at Atticus, not sure who was taking the lead on this. It did not take long for her to read that it was she who would be leading. Enyo moved silently through the underbrush, her padded paws barely making a sound on the forest floor. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant song of birds created a serene backdrop, contrasting with the focused tension of their hunt.

The buck was just ahead, a good specimen at that. A shame his life would end. But his strength would become her's and his body would not be wasted. The deer was grazing in a small break between trees. Nibbling on soft tender shoots in the sunlit clearing, Enyo would silently signal for Atticus to position himself to the right of the deer, she on the other hand would move to the left. Enyo advanced with deliberate slowness, her powerful muscles tensed and ready. The buck's ears twitched, and it raised its head, sensing the shift in the forest's rhythm. Immediately the she-wolf would go silent.

2/3 Hunting Medium Animal with 2+

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