you're just going to have to go with the flow

Enyo’s piercing gaze tracked the approach of the newcomer with a mixture of intrigue and interest. The sight of the smaller she-wolf with her glossy black fur shifting between greens and purples in the fading sunlight piqued Enyo’s curiosity. There was a certain elegance to Valkeyrie’s presence, her lustrous coat spoke of good hygiene which was something Enyo often noticed immediately. She did not have the pleasure of meeting other women yet, so she would be careful not to be too abrasive.

As Valkeyrie closed the distance, Enyo allowed a hint of a smirk to play at the edges of her mouth. Her grand figure remained seated atop the hill, her thick fur gleaming in contrast to the colorful sky. The faintest hint of fear from the battlefield in the air intertwined with the fresh earthy smell of grass and dirt. With a deliberate movement, Enyo rose to her full height, her silhouette casting a long shadow over the grass and rocks. Her head was held high, and her posture exuded unshakable confidence.

“Indeed,” Enyo’s voice, thick and rich, rumbled like distant thunder, “the birds seem to appreciate the calm. Something I am learning not to take for granted. Rarely do I get the opportunity to revel in such a serene setting.” Her silver-blue eyes, shimmering with an almost ethereal glow, locked onto Valkeyrie with an intensity that she did not care to hide. It was hard to make conversation with a wolf you did not know well enough to pull topics from. So, she would start with the basics. A compliment. If not delivered in a slimy way, it may be well received and add a layer of comfort for both of them. Enyo took a few steps forward, her powerful limbs moving with care “And yet, I must admit, it is even rarer to encounter a wolf so willing to conversate. Your fur, I must admit, it seems to capture and reflect the light in a way that is rather captivating,” she remarked, her tone smooth and inviting, tinged with subtle flattery. Her gaze lingered on Valkeyrie before briefly moving away. It was true, having been a bit closer she realized there was almost an oil-like sheen to her coat. Something she had not seen before. Although, Enyo did not want to creep the woman out. She made sure to keep her distance.

Men often lacked tact in such things, having never been intruded upon. Never preyed upon the way they preyed upon women... Enyo remembered the few encounters with wolves who were overbearing and ignored the shudder of embarrassment creeping in her chest. Some males lacked such companionship that they craved an abrasive personality but never received such advances. Ugh. Disgusting creatures, some often proved to be. No, she would not invade this woman's space. It was one of the many ways she showed respect for women.

“My name is Enyo, may I ask who you are?” Enyo inquired. Her words were laced with a delicate yet palpable allure, a sophisticated dance of charm and authority. Enyo’s demeanor was as calculated as it was charismatic, her every movement and glance designed to draw Valkeyrie in while subtly asserting her dominance. Though it was not an intentional assertion, Enyo was naturally a commanding figure.

She would look, wondering just who this she-wolf was. Where she resided. Was she passing through? Perhaps she would know in time with a little conversation.

"SPEECH"