It's Alive!!!!!

Enyo’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as the bear trap snapped shut, the brutal sound of metal biting into flesh echoing across the icy expanse. The musk ox bellowed, its hind leg crumpling beneath the mangled, blood-soaked wound, and she allowed a small, prideful smirk to tug at her lips. Everything had gone according to plan, the coordination between them, though imperfect, managed to weaken the beast considerably. It seemed to struggle to hold its own weight now.

Her voice rang out, thick and commanding, as she addressed the others. "Should it get up and continue to fight..." She nodded toward the towering sheet of frozen death looming behind the creature. "The drop is high enough to kill it, or at least leave it broken and dying. We can climb down afterward to examine the body. No need to risk contamination any more than we have to."

She moved forward, her massive, muscular frame exuding authority as she assessed their surroundings. This was her hunt, the others had just joined in. She wouldn't mind if they kept proving themselves to be of use. The woman understood they also may need to gain info on these afflictions. Foberos and Atromitos, her loyal companions, continued their relentless assault. Foberos and Atromitos would harass the musk ox's head, their talons slashing at its eyes. One eye was already blinded, blood streaming down the animal’s face, but Enyo had no intention of letting up until the creature was brought down entirely.

"Stay sharp," she warned, her velvety voice resonating with controlled intensity. "It’s still dangerous, even like this. We push it toward the edge, and if it doesn’t fall, we end it here." Her gaze flicked briefly to Raumr, Katsuro, and Epimethius, each of them earning a nod of acknowledgment. They had all played their parts well, and though she was loath to praise openly, her approval was evident in the way she allowed herself a rare moment of trust in their abilities.

"One of you can finish it." she usually savored the kill but there was no pleasure in this. No hunter's delight.


"SPEECH"