I spoke to god today

Enyo was constantly aware of the eyes focused on her. The never-ending analysis, judgment, and observation to decide if she was worthy to lead her brothers. It was why she carried herself so highly when in their presence. She just knew one of them was waiting for her to show weakness so they could pounce upon it. Whether that was Atticus' intention or not did not matter, it just mattered that she performed up to expectations.

Enyo was far from new to hunts, from the minute she was old enough and decidedly ready her parents had thrown her into the fire. One of the first things Enyo learned was to conceal their ostentatious pelts and muffle her steps. The Dunamis, at least the predominantly white-coated ones often stood out amongst the underbrushes of green and browns. It was not beyond her to roll in mud, but there was no need to do so now.

Her formidable body was nearly imperceptible once she took the position. There was bramble and tall blades of grass, the hot springs also helped to briefly conceal their scent. Every time the deer raised its head she would freeze, even hold her breath till it returned to grazing. Quietly she would inch closer till she was at the edge of the taller blades.

If she failed to pounce, she would ideally herd the deer straight into Atticus' jaws.

The moment the opportunity presented itself, Enyo would pounce forward. Her powerful haunches propelled her off the ground. The buck would move to escape but Enyo clamped onto its hoof just before it was out of her reach. Slowing it down. She would hold onto its ankle, biting down as hard she could while pulling back with her powerful body. Muscles rippled under the still-wet fur as her shoulders attempted to drag the beast. However the buck did not give up, it kicked out with its hind leg, smacking Enyo in her chest nearly knocking the air out.

However, she knew better than to let go.

"SPEECH"