As the grass rolls

As Epimethius tightened his grip on the doe, Enyo felt the surge of energy coursing through her veins. Together, they worked in perfect synchrony, the dog anchoring the creature with his powerful hold while she prepared for the final strike. The doe struggled but Enyo remained undeterred.

The doe was extremely injured, her who side bleeding from the impact of the trap.

In one fluid motion, Enyo lunged forward, her teeth sinking deep into the soft flesh of the doe’s throat. The warmth of blood flooded her mouth, a rush of adrenaline fueling her resolve. The doe let out a desperate bleat, but it was too late, Enyo had claimed her target, and there was no escaping now.

In that moment, she knew this would not just be a meal. it was a testament to their strength as a team. Epimethius had proven himself worthy of continuing in his filthy existence.

"You've proven useful. I'll allow you to rip a haunch mutt."

"SPEECH"