Can't stop and smell the roses!

Enyo felt the familiar rush of adrenaline surge through her veins as the deer struggled beneath her grip, its frantic bleats filling the air. She loved this part, the struggle. The struggle of a creature who couldn't save itself. The scent of blood mixed with the tang of the sea breeze, heightening her senses. This was where she thrived, where her power and purpose converged.

To her surprise, the small she-wolf leaped into the fray. Enyo's sharp gaze caught the movement as Clove darted in, her jaws clamping down on one of the deer's flailing legs. A flash of approval flickered in Enyo's icy blue eyes. This stranger, despite her delicate build, was not afraid to get her paws dirty. To engage in the brutality of the hunt. How fun!

Enyo shifted her weight, using her mass to press the deer into the shimmering sands of the Bifrost. She felt the creature's muscles give way beneath her as she wrestled it down, its struggles weakening by the second. The deer's panicked gaze met hers, and a thrill coursed through her. The War Queen's own eyes narrow with a mix of satisfaction and hunger.

With a final motion, Enyo lunged forward, her powerful jaws finding the deer's throat. She clamped down, her teeth piercing flesh and cutting off the creature's cries. The deer's struggles ceased, its body going slack beneath the combined weight of the two wolves. The taste of blood filled Enyo's mouth, and a shiver of exhilaration ran down her spine as she held the deer until its life had fully drained away. The fur spiked from the top of her neck down her back in pleasure. She began to lap at the blood, enjoying the warmth of it all.

She released her hold slowly, savoring the moment. her breath coming in heavy puffs. Blood stained her muzzle, the metallic tang of it intoxicating. Enyo stood over the fallen deer, her chest heaving. She took a step back, her intense gaze shifting to the stranger who had joined her in this primal dance.

"Well done," Enyo said, her velvety Greek voice carrying an edge of approval. There was something about this small, delicate wolf that intrigued her. Despite her size, she had not shied away from the blood, the violence, and the raw nature of the hunt. Enyo respected that.

"I am Enyo," she said, her voice powerful and unwavering. She straightened, her stance proud and authoritative as her icy eyes locked onto Clove's mismatched gaze. "Daughter of the Dunamis. Who are you, stranger, to leap into another's hunt with such spirit?"

There was no aggression in her tone, but a challenge lay within her words... a test, an invitation to prove herself further. The thrill of the hunt still lingered, and Enyo's curiosity was piqued.

"SPEECH"