Ankyra Sound The huntress

The remnants of a coyote’s carcass lay before her, its bones stripped clean, a few shards of rib still clutched in her jaws. She gnawed at them with vicious precision, the sound of grinding bone cutting through the quiet of the cold evening.

Her stained teeth sank deep into the brittle marrow, savoring the hard, dry crunch as she tore at it.

Her ears twitched, hearing nothing but the wind and the distant crash of the sea. Her eyes, beady, red and unblinking, flickered to the horizon, though she had no need to watch for prey.

The hunt had already been claimed.

To Sivaak, this was the way of things—the bone, the blood, the endless chase. Her mind was a quiet lull of bloodlust as she continued her mindless chewing, staring off into the distant crashing of waves against the shore.