bringing home the bacon

Enyo’s ears flicked at the sound of approaching steps, her sharp gaze lifting from the half-finished snare to see Battery making his way toward her. She let out a low huff, not surprised by his appearance. Redrum’s brothers always had a way of showing up at the most inconvenient times. Her eyes trailed over his coat, the familiar mix of black, white, and brown reminiscent of Medusa. She straightened slightly but kept her paws on the rope.

"Battery," she greeted him, though her focus remained on her task. "I’m setting a snare trap. Thought I’d try my hand at getting something more elusive this time. Maybe something to feed those rumbling stomachs like yours."

She glanced up, her piercing blue eyes locking onto him with a cool intensity, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "What about you? Out here wandering? Either way, you’ve caught me at work." Her gaze shifted briefly to the ominous sky before returning to the younger wolf.

"You want to be of some use? Stay and assist. Maybe you’ll learn something about traps." She shifted the rope in her grasp and motioned for him to come closer. "Hunting isn’t just about charging after prey. It’s about outsmarting it, too. And right now, we could use a little more of that with all the strange things going on."

The strange happenings were not going to stop anything. Business as usual. There were people to feed.

"SPEECH"