on this episode of HELL'S KITCHEN

Enyo prowled through the jagged terrain of the Prominence, her eyes narrowing at the eerie red sky that loomed overhead. The towering stone spires reached up like dark talons, casting long shadows over the cracked earth. This place had unnerved her ever since it appeared, and she wasn’t about to let anything threaten her territory.

The tremors had ceased, but the feeling of unease remained as if something ancient and dangerous still lurked beneath the surface. Enyo’s muscular frame moved with purpose, her thick daedric armor catching faint glints of crimson light. Her eyes scanned the horizon, watching for any sign of trouble. Others had ventured here, some drawn by curiosity, others by fear. She could smell them... strangers from far beyond the borders of her pack. It was a situation that required constant vigilance.

As she moved between the stone spires, her ears twitched at the faint sound of digging. Her steps quickened, driven by curiosity and the instinct to investigate. She caught sight of a large wolf, busy with the earth beneath one of the spires. Enyo observed him for a moment, his concentration so intense that he didn’t seem to notice her approach. His fur was a blend of molten tones contrasting the white. The ground around him was loose, crumbling easily as he worked. He was creating something...a pit? No doubt for a trap.

Her lips twitched into a faint smile.

Clever.

She stepped forward, her presence commanding as she closed the distance. "You're not the first to come here seeking answers, or prey," Enyo said, her voice low and steady, cutting through the quiet. "This place draws many curious souls. I could assist you... make sure your efforts don’t go to waste."


She didn’t wait for his response, her icy gaze sweeping over the pit he had started to dig. If this wolf was hunting, then the least she could do was offer her assistance. There was a method to his madness, and Enyo could appreciate a hunter with a plan. Her ears flicked, catching the distant rustling of prey moving through the grasses, and her lips curled into a predatory smile. The thrill of the hunt always excited her. If this stranger was sharp enough, he’d recognize the value of working with her.

"I’m Enyo," she finally said, her voice cool but confident. "You’ll find I’m quite useful when it comes to the kill." She would add as she began to dig beside him. The earth was scooped like butter under the strength of her body.

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