Ankyra Sound straight down out of the world with my fingers

erzulie watched as her son matched her strides. she was intrinsically, fiercely proud of him. and when he dove for the animal's hocks, she flashed forward for its throat, shoving a rangy shoulder into its ribcage.
the scent of blood was wet in the air. she seized the failing flesh and held the animal there, tail revolving and claws skidding, so that her son might strike another fatal blow.