Oh my i like your style

Enyo let out a low chuckle at Bellatrix's response, the mischief in her tone striking a chord with her. She admired the audacity and creativity behind the young wolf's approach. Enyo nodded approvingly as Bellatrix explained the idea behind using the branches as a lid, her gaze briefly flickering to the current where the salmon flitted by.

As Bellatrix moved to arrange the stakes, Enyo followed suit. Grabbing a few of the sharpened branches and stepping into the cold water without hesitation. The icy chill barely registered through her thick pelt, and she held her ground against the current with ease. Her large paws anchored her to the creek bed. Occasionally, a salmon would leap past them, but Enyo’s sturdy stance ensured she remained unaffected by the splashes and bumps.

Working alongside Bellatrix, Enyo drove the stakes deep into the creek bed with practiced strength, her eyes focused on the task as her muscles rippled beneath her thick fur. She could tell Bellatrix had a plan and Enyo respected that. As a result, she followed the smaller wolf’s lead without trying to take over but chose to assist with the parts that required more force. Despite her domineering nature, Enyo had no issue playing the role needed of her to execute a plan.

"Smoking them, huh?" Enyo remarked as she worked, her voice carrying above the hush of the falls. She had yet to taste smoked salmon, often, Enyo enjoyed her meals fresh and raw. Savoring the blood. "You've thought this through. Not just catching them, but preparing for the days ahead." Her gaze shifted momentarily to Bellatrix, an approving glint in her eyes. "Too many wolves think only of the hunt, not of what comes after. Does smoking them help preserve the meat? Or is it solely a taste thing."

When Bellatrix began to secure the leather, Enyo steadied the stakes with her paws. The woman kept them firmly in place while Bellatrix worked. The bond between Bellatrix and her companion was evident, and Enyo found herself quietly appreciating their teamwork. It reminded her of Foberos, who she was sure was watching from above.

As the leather walls of the trap began to take shape, Enyo allowed herself a rare moment of camaraderie. "With both of us here, we'll have plenty of fish to smoke," she said, her voice carrying a touch of humor. "A well-stocked larder is as good as any victory in battle. Perhaps better. At least it keeps you alive longer." She flashed Bellatrix a grin, her sharp teeth visible for a moment before she returned her focus to the stakes, ensuring everything was solid and in place.

"So what pack are you from? Or do you go it alone?"

Something was refreshing about this work. It was different from the usual power struggles and battles that consumed her life. Here, in the cold waters of the falls, Enyo found a brief respite from the weight of her ambitions and responsibilities.

"SPEECH"