Spotted Eagle Mountain ein sturm brecht an

Just as she rounded the corner, Sphyra heard some shouting not too far off. She filtered out most of it, focused on the chase and the hunt and the kill. This voice could've shouted anything at her and she would've ignored it completely — even her own name, probably. Anything, except maybe her sister's name.

An ear slipped towards the voice. Sphyra was distracted and she slipped on some loose rubble she'd missed, causing her to slide off the path she was on. Thankfully it wasn't a very long way down — maybe one or two wolf's lengths —, but she landed in some prickly bushes, which caused her to yelp out.