If I fall, if I die, know I lived it to the fullest

As they gathered materials, Enyo noticed Epimethius's attentive gaze, and for a moment, she felt a spark of something resembling respect for his willingness to learn. She led the way, selecting sticks that were not only sturdy but also of equal length, demonstrating her keen eye for detail. He did not cower, which was good. Such weakness would have only pissed the woman off.

"Here," she instructed, holding out a thicker branch for him to take. "This will serve as the main support. You need to ensure the structure is solid if we’re going to catch something large." Whether he knew of such things or not didn't matter, she doubted the mutt had as much knowledge as her. If the hunt ended up being a waste of time because the stupid dog didn't know his shit, she would be very irritated.

Together, they began to lay out the trap, arranging the sticks in a framework that would ensnare their prey. Enyo showed him how to weave the twine around the branches, her movements quick and precise.

"Make sure to pull the twine tight," she advised her tone firm. "A loose trap won’t hold anything, and we can’t afford to let our hard work go to waste."

As she guided him through the process, she kept an eye on his actions, ensuring he mirrored her techniques correctly. Epimethius worked diligently, matching her efforts as they tied the trap together. Enyo felt a sense of satisfaction watching him focus. Good dog. He obeyed without question. Without even a word. As he should

"Good," she acknowledged as they neared finishing the initial structure. "Now, we need to disguise it. Cover the trap with leaves and grass to blend it into the surroundings. If they see it coming, it won’t be effective."

Together, they gathered foliage, Enyo demonstrating how to cover the trap while maintaining its functionality. He was learning quickly, and in time, he could become an asset in the hunt.


"SPEECH"