Ankyra Sound straight down out of the world with my fingers

so the hooves could cut and kill. this thrilled loko, oddly enough; as if things were not fun unless his life was on the line.

the scent was heavier now, fresher. somewhere here, even. loko's gaze lifted over the blackpine, listening to the trill of birds.

erzulie grunted and suddenly the brush wobbled; a streak of rust and a shape impossibly large sprung from it.

the deer! it leapt, hobbled by its injured leg. loko felt instinct overcome him and he was after it in a flash, teeth snapping close to its hocks as erzulie distracted it.