Ankyra Sound I am the mask you wear

It took only one second for her to realize that she had the upperhand—for some reason, this fellow who openly approached her before didn't want to be near her now—and she took advantage of it instantly. She swept her bony ankles forward, taking slow steps in Lycaon's direction to back him further into the woods. She didn't know about the beach or the cliffs that could be found by venturing in that direction—there was therefore no malicious intent in her motions, only the seizing of a power he had given over to her.

"Oh, yes, bears," she echoed, nodding her thin head and smiling devilishly. What a fucking weirdo. "I like bears too. In fact, that's my nickname. The bear." She fluttered her lids over her eyes in what she thought was a seductive manner, but really just looked a little more like a brief seizure. "How 'bout you show me?" Ew. Wylla wanted no such thing, but wielding power over another being, even briefly, sometimes required taking a risk or three.