Knock Knock You about to get.....

     
Enyo stood tall, her imposing silhouette casting a long shadow over the wasteland as her eyes fixed on the unfolding challenge before her. The air in Auster was thick with tension, but Enyo’s posture remained regal, unbothered by the stakes of the pack challenge.

She watched, eyes narrowed, as the small figure of Bellatrix. Despite her tiny stature, the small she-wolf moved with confidence. Enyo was surprised to see her again so soon. A flicker of recognition passed through Enyo's mind, recalling the day they spent building the trap together. How small she seemed in comparison to the towering, dire figure of Widow. It would be easy to dismiss the challenge, but Enyo knew better than to write it off. A hint of a smirk curled at the corner of her lips, a rare and fleeting gesture. Bellatrix certainly had the nerve.

The War Queen wanted to see just how far Trixy's willpower would take her.

Enyo's attention shifted to Widow, her brother's former mate. The mere sight of her reignited the old embers of disdain deep within her chest. Widow was a capable fighter, no doubt, but that didn’t intimidate Enyo. Not in the slightest. It intrigued her. She sized her up but Widow lacked the aura of dominance that Enyo exuded without effort.  From what she was told, Widow lacked emotional control. A volatile and prideful woman who didn't mind threatening to enslave brother.

That wouldn't do.

If it ever came to blows, she’d crush her.

Enyo's mouth began to water at the thought of bloodshed. It was a day she looked forward to, it would've happened already had Erebros not asked her to leave it and not harm the woman.

But for now she stood silent, the heavy weight of her daedric armor resting comfortably on her muscular frame. Her gaze drifted to Erebros, her brother’s cool demeanor matching her own. She knew he was as invested as she was, though his interest was likely drawn by memories of a past best forgotten.

Her ears twitched, catching the faint sounds of the challenge. Bellatrix's voice carried across the clearing, defiant, determined. A part of Enyo, the part that admired audacity, hoped the small wolf would surprise them all. Her velvety voice, though quiet, was laced with both amusement and an edge of cruelty as she murmured to Erebros without looking at him, "The small one, Bellatrix, has more courage than sense. But Widow… she’ll fall. One way or another. If not now then one day. We all do."

Enyo’s eyes gleamed coldly as she watched the scene unfold. No matter the outcome, she was ready. Always.

"SPEECH"