Ankyra Sound soul salvage

he gave her the proverbial baton.

or perhaps she had carried it all along, come to guide him in these things. as if she had somehow known — and she didn't, but fate had not been too kind as of late. she liked to think it favored her above man though.

on her mark.

she watched the deer for a moment. a sharp pain bloomed somewhere in her chest. emotional and yet tangible as the physical. there was a fear that she would fail. not as quick as she should be. that with it would come embarrassment or blame.

the seawolf remained wordless, clicked her teeth with a swing of her head.

she took off as quick as she could and immediately felt the stinging, burning strain in all of her muscles. a body that cried for healing in more ways than one.

jorunn only focused on reaching that pale fur of the deer's leg, of feeling its flesh between her teeth. to become a provider once more.