It's what you know

Enyo’s ears twitched as Redrum’s scent hit her, a sharp contrast of blood and primal ferocity. She recognized it instantly- the deep crimson undertone that she had come to associate with his presence since the hunt. Her gaze flicked over her shoulder, eyes locking onto him, catching his odd approach. There was something about his movements that both intrigued and unsettled her. A restless energy, a predator constantly on the brink. But today, instead of her usual biting edge, she felt something different- interest.

She shifted her weight, the powerful muscles in her shoulders rippling under her dense piebald coat. Her eyes turned toward him with a steady, assessing gaze. His words, teasing and edged with that peculiar ferocity of his, only deepened her intrigue. He was different from most in a wild erratic way that made her both curious and cautious. A worthy predator in his own right.

Enyo let out a low chuckle, his way of speaking was short and blunt. It would take some getting used to but she was already familiar with the oddities that she was becoming to know as Mortem. Her velvety voice was somewhat warmer than usual but still carried that ever-present undertone of sharpness. "Masochist?" Her gaze flicked to the herbs at her feet, her disdain for the task was evident in the way her lip curled slightly. "Perhaps. More so obligation. But we all do what our family asks of us, don’t we."

She lifted her head high again, the pride in her posture unmistakable, even as her words dripped with quiet resentment. Her broad chest expanded as she inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of Redrum as it mingled with the air. His presence was oddly welcome, though she wouldn’t admit it outright. He reminded her of the thing she loved most, bloodshed and the urge to destroy and rend. The darker side of Enyo that Erebros knew well. The force within her. She had seen him in action, watched him take down prey with a ferocity that spoke to her own battle-hardened spirit. In that, she found a kindred force. Someone who mirrored her primal savagery.

"And you, Redrum. Did you come all this way to mock me for gathering herbs, or is there something else on your mind?" She gestured to the herbs with a dismissive flick of her paw.

Her eyes gleamed with a challenge, a subtle invitation hidden beneath the layers of pride and superiority she wore like armor. There was a light tension in the air, the pull of two predators sizing each other up. Enyo held his gaze, unyielding yet unusually open, waiting to see what Redrum would do next.


"SPEECH"