counting sheep

His plan was solid, and the Dunamis woman had no arguments against it. It was a plan that relied on their capabilities, something she was sure of. She took a brief glance at him, eyes brushing over his body before continuing.

Her massive paws quietly carried her large frame across the terrain. Each step was dead silent despite her heavy build. Enyo would take a sharp left, trying to create as much distance as possible so she could head towards the sheep in a wide arc. As she stalked through the trees and grass she couldn't help but realize that she didn't really know Flare as much as she should.

Perhaps one day, she would invite him to speak. Although she was never really one for idle chat. The idea alone bored her. Once in place, Enyo would begin to sniff. Being sure to keep low as she head closer and closer to the beasts.

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"SPEECH"