As the grass rolls

From the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar figure. A wolf-dog approaching with cautious curiosity. She recognized him from the hippo hunt, the dog. Typically such tainted blood would have sparked her disdain. Yet, something about his demeanor suggested he meant no harm.

Enyo straightened slightly, eyeing him with a mixture of wariness and intrigue. While she harbored prejudices against hybrids, the thrill of the hunt ignited a pragmatic side of her. If he could contribute without disrupting her focus, she saw no reason to dismiss his presence outright.

"Stay close and follow my lead," she commanded, her voice low and firm. "If you step out of line, you’ll find out just how swiftly I can put you back in your place."

She didn't expect the dog to help, but if he decided to assist her by bringing sticks and more rope then she wouldn't mind. Her paws moved, tying knots around a sharp stick. Her teeth would gnaw the branches to sharp points. The goal was to craft a claw trap that when triggered would snap and injure the prey.

She would tie the twine to create a thick corded rope. It took longer than she had hoped. Afterwards Enyo would get up, seeing that her stock of sticks was running low.




"SPEECH"