Ankyra Sound [m] dirty laundry

Pantaleimon lay in wait quietly, feeling nervous. She wasn't a master hunter, though she wished to improve. It wasn't that instinct was lacking, but mostly that Pantaleimon had the tendency to get all up in her own head and the fact she was generally insecure that broke her up in these moments. Pantaleimon shifted her weight from paw to paw while she waited, her heart racing in her throat as she watched the two dark Consorts dash forward.

Pantaleimon watched as Spyridon set his teeth in the creature's neck and funnel it towards Pantaleimon. Not sure until when to wait, Pantaleimon dashed forward as the creature came closer. Her heart pounded in her throat as she saw the hooves come close, but luckily the creature stopped before it reached Pan, startled by the sudden appearance of the third wolf. Since Pantaleimon was in front of the creature she could not reach its neck without reaching the flailing hooves, so she hoped that in the moment it stopped due to the sudden appearance of the third wolf, Reek and Spyridon would be able to get it and end its life, now that it had no more escape routes, while Pantaleimon kept its dangerous hooves busy.