Come on, girls, are you ready to play?

Enyo glided through the willows like a shadow, her heavy paws silent over the damp earth. The scent of bison clung to the air. Her broad chest expanded as she inhaled deeply, the robust, musky aroma sending a jolt of anticipation through her veins. She adored this, the hunt. The moments before bloodshed, where every sense heightened, every muscle primed, where instinct took precedence over everything else. Her mouth watered, not for food, but for the sheer exhilaration of bloodshed.

Her eye caught the shimmer of Redrum's tense figure ahead, coiled like a spring ready to release. There was a savage beauty in his movements, something wild and untamed that she couldn't help but admire. His predatory dance stirred her own restlessness. Finding understanding in the primal and carnal lust to catch the prey. The bison loomed ahead, large and lumbering, utterly oblivious to the fate that waited in the shadows.

Ours, she thought, repeating his words silently, her voice only for herself. Her icy gaze traced the movements of the massive bull. Its muscles, its gait, its vulnerable flanks. Already, her mind dissected the coming battle. Calculating the perfect moment to strike. But more than anything, it was the promise of the kill that made her breath catch in her throat. That lust for control, to bring down a creature of such size...to feel its life drain beneath her jaws. It was an unparalleled pleasure. The wind teased her thick fur as she stalked, her massive body low and deliberate. Every step was calculated and deliberate. She felt the pulse of the earth beneath her, the heartbeat of the land she sought to claim. Her senses tingled with the knowledge that soon, she would be drenched in victory.

She cast a quick glance at Redrum, a subtle smirk pulling at the corner of her broad muzzle. She reveled in the tension that hung between them. The thrill of the hunt brought the group together in a way words never could. It was almost as good as before a battle. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than necessary, admiring the raw, dangerous energy that radiated from him. A brief flash of desire flickered through her chest- not for him- but for what they would accomplish together.

There was no sound from her, only the sharp focus of a predator on the prowl. Her blood thrummed with eagerness, the wild part of her pushing against the restraint of patience. But she knew better than to rush. The moment would come, and when it did, the power and elegance of the kill would be hers to savor. Enyo, after all, did nothing without purpose.

Her nostrils flared, tasting the air again. The bison’s time was coming to an end, and she would be there to witness it fall. She lived for this.


The raw beauty of life ending at her will.

"SPEECH"