counting sheep

Enyo’s eyes flicked toward Flare as she saw him take down the bighorn with ruthless efficiency. She knew what to do without having to be told. A smirk tugged at her lips, pleased by the sight of the beast brought to the ground. Without a word, she lunged in swiftly, her powerful jaws clamping down on the animal’s legs with precision. More often than not, it was her brother who held the prey down for her. Allowing her to ravage the corpse until it was dead.

As the bighorn struggled, she dug her claws into the earth, keeping it pinned and immobile.

“Scared of a few kicks?” she said in a low growl, tightening her hold as the fight in the prey began to fade


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