As the grass rolls

As Enyo chased the fleeing herd, she felt a surge of energy as the dog, bolted past her. She briefly noted the way his powerful legs propelled him forward, his determination evident in every stride. There was a primal thrill in the air, and for a fleeting moment, she felt a flicker of respect for his capabilities. He could be a valuable asset, perhaps even a good servant in the right circumstances.

It seemed the dog was pushing the doe right into the trap. Perfect.

With the doe still sprinting ahead, Enyo pushed herself harder, her body a finely-tuned machine of muscle and instinct. Just as Epimethius angled toward the doe’s back leg, Enyo made her move. She leaped forward, closing the distance in a heartbeat. The snare would snap, the sharp twigs body colliding with the creature’s side opposite of the foot Epi was holding.

The impact was jarring, sending the doe staggering, but she quickly regained her footing, the chase far from over. Enyo's jaws clamped down on the doe’s flank.


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