As the grass rolls

She would grab more required items. She would sit for some more, combining all the needed parts together. Epimethius would bring her all she needed so she would focus on the trap.

Enyo moved with stealth, her muscles coiled like a spring as she approached the edge of a thicket. The trap was heavy but she would make it work.

The trap was placed in a prime position. She would push the deer toward it with the help of the dog. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Ahead, she spotted the herd of deer grazing peacefully, their elegant forms silhouetted against the backdrop of the prairie.

She crouched low, her keen eyes locked onto the largest doe, her heart pounding with the thrill of the hunt. Every detail was magnified—the flick of the deer’s ears, the swish of their tails, and the gentle rustle of grass as they grazed.

With a subtle flick of her ear, Enyo signaled to the dog beside her to stay low. She could sense the tension in the air. Any sudden movement could alert the herd.

Together, they were a silent team, poised for the moment when Enyo would spring into action, ready to turn the delicate balance of nature in her favor. The thrill of the hunt surged within her as she prepared to close the distance, each heartbeat echoing the call of the wild.


"SPEECH"