Chasing tail

Enyo's ears flicked at Flare's soft chuckle, though her focus remained on the deer grazing in the distance. She didn’t miss the way his gaze lingered on her body, the weight of his eyes brushing over her form. The double meaning in his words was unmistakable, but it didn’t stir anything in her besides a mild, detached amusement.

She knew what Flare wanted. His interest was clear in every lingering glance and flirtatious remark. But as his eyes swept over her once again, Enyo couldn’t muster the attraction that perhaps he expected. Flare was competent, no doubt. Strong, fast, an excellent hunter.

To a woman like Enyo, he was prey in a different way. Especially when he put the ball in her court. He didn’t even know it.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth as she shifted her weight, muscles coiled for the hunt. Strength was the only currency that mattered in her world, and she always intended to come out on top. Flare might fancy himself a suitor, but to Enyo, he was simply another male testing his limits. Men operated and viewed the world through a lens built by ego. She was entirely sure it was her prowess, men saw her as something to conquer because of it. They often were sorely mistaken.

Such emotional creatures.

Her icy gaze flicked toward him briefly, acknowledging his presence before she turned back to the deer. "Stay sharp," she murmured, her voice low and commanding. "Don’t fall behind."

With that she crouched low, her mind already far from Flare's intentions and fully absorbed in the hunt.

"SPEECH"