Ankyra Sound Deathwish

The prologue to @Nyra's personal ritual. Skalda will be the sacrifice! I will be playing both Nyra and Skalda in this.

 

The Priestess had moved from inland to the outskirts upon the ocean.
Her russet pelt shone bright in the light of the moon, almost like infernal fire.

She closed her eyes as an ocean breeze met her. Blissfully unaware of the danger looming behind her.

Nyra had prowled the treeline of the Sound, watching, waiting. 
Wolves may have come and gone, but this one stood out.

Her.
Yes, her.
The Warmaiden stalked up from behind, silent. 

and then she burst forward, launching onto Skalda without a sound.
The two brawled violently, blood was drawn and spilled. But ultimately, Nyra landed the knockout blow, making the red woman drop with a dull thud from a bite to the base of the skull.

The tide was thankfully low enough to make it across the land bridge, and so the pale behemoth dragged the unconscious witch to Blackwater