Chasing tail

Enyo’s muscles rippled beneath her thick coat as Flare drove the deer to the ground, pinning its haunches with precision. Without hesitation, she surged forward, her jaws parting wide. The thrill of the kill coursed through her veins as her teeth found the deer’s throat. Ripping through flesh and cartilage in one powerful bite. Warm, metallic blood flooded her mouth, igniting a deep, primal satisfaction within her. The trachea would give way with a sickening crunch and Enyo knew then that she would feast yet again.

She held the deer’s throat firmly until its final shudders ceased, her heart pounding with exhilaration. Thiswas what she lived for. The taste of blood, the struggle, the victory. Slowly, she loosened her grip, licking the crimson streaks from her muzzle as she stood over their kill, the scent of fresh meat thick in the air.

When Flare spoke, her icy gaze shifted to him, curiosity stirring beneath the cool intensity of her eyes. The fact that he had left her the final kill pleased her. It spoke of a respect she could appreciate. She studied him for a moment.

"Leaving already?" she asked, her voice a low rumble, smooth and velvety. "Then stay a while. Eat with me." She nudged the deer’s body with her paw, a subtle invitation. "We won’t cross paths again for a time. I’d like to know more about a wolf with your skill. Come sit. Feast and converse with me."

Her gaze lingered on him, the faintest flicker of curiosity in her expression. Not attraction exactly, more a sense of intrigue. A wolf as formidable as Flare was worth understanding if only to see whether he might become a useful ally or something more.




"SPEECH"