Ankyra Sound to live and die by the sword

Ashpaw was dragging. Her body heavy, sodden even. She was sticking near the ocean, anxious for both the ocean and to keep cool. She stared up at the oppressive sky with azure eyes, anxious, irritated.

In her maw she carried more herbs. She was searching for a cliff face near the area. Somewhere she could sacrifice these herbs. This time she had willow bark and poppy. She would toss them for the Gods to enjoy.

A movement in her periphery caught her attention and when she caught on who it was. She drew herself up tightly and tightened her body. She wasn't willing to fight today it was too hot. She had not neared his land. She had stayed away, why was he here. 

Her nose gave a ghost tinge of pain. The red line sharp and deep against her muzzle. It was healing and scarring. Her leg as well.

She stood still, body quivering, but not in fear. It was a spike of adrenaline and irritation that stirred beneath her breast of tawny and black and soot.