I slaughtered them like animals. I HATE THEM

The massacre continued until the basin fell silent once more, the only sound left was the panting of the two wolves and the subtle noise of rustling bloodstained grass. Enyo stood tall amidst the carnage, her eyes scanning the scene with satisfaction. Her daedric armor was smeared with the price of their victory. The coyotes lay scattered, lifeless, their pathetic camp reduced to ruin.

The dawn was beginning to break, the first rays of light spilling over the ridge, casting a golden glow over the basin. She looked over to Erebros, her eyes meeting his, a fierce pride burning within them.

"They dared to challenge us, brother," she called out, her voice carrying over the stillness of the basin. "And now they are nothing."

It was her duty to ensure the safety of her family. To ensure that resources remained bountiful and plenty. There would be no competing. Only death and war if needed. Enyo would ensure that her family was safe, no matter the cost. And if that meant eradicating every last one of these pitiful creatures, then so be it.

3/3

---exit
"SPEECH"