Oh my i like your style

Enyo observed the small wolf with an intrigued expression as she worked. Trixy was certainly different from those Enyo usually encountered. Despite her size, there was a distinct tenacity about her that Enyo could appreciate. Small and mighty, almost like a toy. Like a puppet even. Enyo was oddly nicer than to be expected, perhaps it was Trixy's small stature that made it clear she couldn't be a threat. Or maybe Enyo, despite knowing, still looked at her as a child.

As Bellatrix explained her plan, Enyo watched the motions of her knife, the sharp sound of it cutting through the branches satisfying in its way. She nodded slowly at the description of the trap, her icy gaze studying the makeshift diagram etched into the dirt. She appreciated the ingenuity. It was a clever strategy, using the leather and the branches to contain the salmon. This was certainly a skill she would apply in the future.

Enyo's head inclined toward the river. The salmon were plentiful, but catching them and keeping them contained was a different matter entirely. She turned her attention back to Bellatrix, her posture confident and at ease despite the cold of Cedar Falls. She appreciated any opportunity to test herself, whether in combat or an unfamiliar task. It was rare that Enyo played with fish, she found greater joy and risk in hunting on land.

"You think they'll stay put?" Enyo asked, her voice carrying a thick, almost teasing weight as she regarded the tiny she-wolf. "Salmon are slippery, persistent. They jump higher than you'd think." She paused, her gaze flickering to the creek, observing the rushing water and the glistening fish leaping against the current.

Still, the glimmer in Enyo's eye suggested a challenge- one she was eager to take part in. She crouched next to Bellatrix, taking a branch in her paws and starting to sharpen it. Despite her imposing stature, her movements were deliberate and skilled. "If this works... it will be worth it," she said, her tone carrying approval.

Enyo worked in tandem with Bellatrix, swiftly fashioning the branches into sharpened stakes that would form part of the trap. Her attention to detail was intense, and there was efficiency in the way she handled the tools. Occasionally, she glanced at Bellatrix’s drawing in the dirt, matching her thoughts to the sketch.

"I'll hold them steady while you secure the leather," Enyo said after a moment, her piercing blue eyes meeting Bellatrix's gaze. There was an understanding there, a willingness to see this through.

" And Frank..." Enyo added, her gaze drifting toward the grazing animal. She ignored the instinct to launch at him, her body so trained to pounce on prey. However, for now, she supposed the reindeer was the small woman's companion. Odd. "Hope he's ready to carry a few fat fish when we're done."


2/6 craft and use trap

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