Hibernation Point Disc Thirteen

Like any hunted animal, she turned her head.

His mark off, his teeth sink in the loose skin of her neck. Panicked breaths escape beneath his grip, so he tightens the vice. Forelimbs reach forward to seize her flailing body as she writhes across the ground.

A snarl errupts from deep within his chest. Rust coats his tongue. Her pulse rabbits mere millimeters from his teeth. With a desperate jerk she tears away from him, leaving her fur clutched in his teeth.

Sloppy.

Goldcoin eyes stare down the trembling bird. A wad of dove-gray fur is spat on the ground, it leaves a crimson trail.

She begs. She bargains. She knows that her life isn't grasped within her own hands.

It rests within his.

He takes a pointed step forward, paw reaching forward across the stone. His space to maneuver. He crowds her towards the edge. Frigid stare upon the failure of a matriarch. A woman who greedily accepted the lies fed to her. She willingly allowed the wool to pulled over her eyes because her whelp died.

You haven't got a damn thing left, Eira. His voice is void of emotion. Only a cold statement of fact is spoken. You ran halfway across the world hoping to kill someone. Folk that have something, they don't do that.

Ransem guards himself. She is cornered; her back is against the proverbial wall. He eyes her position on the ground. The ledge behind her, the mountain cliff below. He had no intentions of failings, but he wasn't about to get dragged down with her.

He graced her with a chance to respond. Gaze attentive for her next move.