Ankyra Sound to untie this knot

Caoimhe gently frowned at his words, and then shook her head. The creb had an iron grip on her jowls, and she did not even consider shaking it off. Please, she whispered fearfully, and on that note it released... or perhaps it was the hollering of Vlad. Caoimhe moved to step on it, but its pincers gave her pause for a moment. She was a soft woman, but she killed like any other wolf, and thanked the Gods for the bounty of it. Caoimhe was not cruel, however. She tried to kill quickly, so that no pain was felt. 

So this time when she stepped forward, she did so with the purpose to stomp. And stomp upon it she did, but the sands seemed to part with the weight of her paw, and when she lifted it they flooded over the armored beast to surround it. She could not tell if it was moving beneath the sand, and let out an exasperated sound as she sought to sweep the earth from it. Faigh ar ais anseo, she begged, lapsing into her natal tongue. Ah, there, a pincer! She studied it for a moment to see if it might move, eyes moving to lock on Vlad.