I slaughtered them like animals. I HATE THEM

Enyo's eyes narrowed, her pupils dilating with the rush of adrenaline as she watched Erebros take down his victims. The sounds of agony and the scent of blood fueled her rage. The coyotes scattered, some trying to escape, others attempting to defend themselves, but it was a futile effort. They were nothing compared to the force of the Dunamis.

She moved swiftly, her powerful limbs propelling her forward. The thick grass parted as she descended upon another coyote, its pitiful cries lost in the chaos. It turned to face her, fear etched into its eyes while she whimpered, begging for mercy. Enyo heard the words but paid them no mind, her expression remaining cold and unreadable. It was as if they spoke an entirely foreign tongue. Nothing they said mattered to her. They were thieves, scavengers, and pests that had dared to trespass on her territory, and they would pay the price for their audacity.

With a snarl, she lunged, her jaws clamping down on the coyote's throat. It thrashed beneath her, its cries turning to choked gurgles as she tightened her grip. Enyo felt the fragile bones snap under the immense pressure of her bite, her eyes locked on the creature's terrified gaze until the light within them dimmed. She released the limp body, her eyes already searching for the next target.

A female coyote stumbled backward, her eyes wide with terror as she saw Enyo approaching. She tried to plead, her voice high-pitched and trembling, but Enyo simply sneered, her gaze filled with disdain. This was not a negotiation. These creatures had overstepped their bounds, and now they faced the consequences.

"Pathetic," she muttered, her thick, velvety voice dripping with contempt. Blood splattered all over her face and armor. With a sudden burst of speed, Enyo closed the distance between them. Her massive paw struck out and pinned the coyote to the ground. The creature writhed, trying to free itself, but Enyo's weight was too much. She leaned down, her muzzle close to the coyote's ear, her breath hot against its fur.

With that, she sank her teeth into the coyote's neck, ending its pitiful struggle with a swift jerk of her head. She let the body fall, her gaze already moving on, her heart pounding with the thrill of the hunt. They were beneath her, lesser beings that had dared to challenge her family's right to what was theirs. And for that, they would all die.

Enyo moved with purpose, her eyes sharp, her ears perked to catch every rustle of movement. A pup, barely old enough to understand what was happening, stumbled out of a nearby den, its small body trembling. It looked up at her, its eyes wide and innocent, but Enyo felt no pity. It was simply another threat to her family's resources, another mouth that would grow to steal and scavenge.


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