Ankyra Sound Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make.

Oh, it worked.

Sharp teeth impaled his flesh, drawing a small spout of crimson fluid.

If normally ever vocal when it came to the endurance of pain, he would have been howling by now.

Grown worn and at a loss of motivation, Arashi was quick to give in, letting his figure fall limp beneath the pale woman's hold.

Reaching out a heavy paw, the hound swatted at her snout, signalling that he had surrendered.