Pragmatic

Enyo preferred to do the killing, relishing in the violence and bloodshed, but it seemed today she would leave that to Flare. The objective was a greater priority than wants and needs. With a curt nod the woman would beeline towards the pronghorns. After months of hunting through these lands, she knew these were some of the fastest creatures in Boreas. Two would be good in this hunt, and she knew he knew so.

Enyo made her way over to the herbivores, keeping low until she was in positon. It would take a couple minutes but she would wait until the desired pronghorn took a few steps too far away from the herd. Once it happened she would launch forward, barking and snapping to scare it towards Flare. Any time it veered too far right or too far left, Enyo would answer with a sudden burst of speed and a terrifying noise to guide it back to place.


"SPEECH"