PLEASURE IN THE PROCESS

Enyo padded silently through the tall emerald grasses, each massive paw falling deliberately despite her size. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver light over the rolling expanse of Emerald Valley. The sweet scent of lush grasses filled the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of damp soil as Enyo stood tall stretched before her. The area was rich and alive with the scent of prey. Her head remained high, posture exuding the unshakable confidence that came as naturally to her as breathing.

Her thick, velvety voice quietly glided through the cool morning air, low and commanding as she addressed the wolves following behind her. "Stay sharp," she rumbled. "Our target is close. The scent isn't as stale as it was before. Keep an eye out for any signs of activity. Footsteps, dung, rooting... anything." The familiar tang of the hippo lingered in her nostrils. A musky, heavy, and unmistakable stench. A challenging hunt. Perfect.

Enyo's eyes scanned the horizon, the tall grasses shifting as her muscular form wove through them. She was built for this each powerful limb, broad shoulder, and thick neck designed to bring down prey far larger than herself. The thick fur that shielded her from harsher climates now clung close to her skin, damp with the moisture of the valley’s humid mist.

Despite the grand task ahead, her mind briefly wandered, envying the respect that would be automatic if she were born male. This hunt would remind them all of her dominance, her strength, and her irrefutable place at the top, even if she had to constantly prove it. Nike’s voice echoed in her memory, If you had been born a man, you would have undoubtedly been remembered as one of the greats in history, my dear.

Her jaw clenched at the thought. She would be remembered, regardless.

The group slowed as the scent thickened. She paused, lifting her head to catch the faintest sounds in the wind.


GOAL: Tracked and killed any extra-large prey animal with 6+ participants

"SPEECH"