Ankyra Sound The huntress

it was unusual to eat coyote. chase and kill, yes — but biological imperative often stopped wolves at that.

sobeille watched the grizzled she-wolf, listening to the smack of meat ripped from bone and the satisfying groan of tendon sheared from sinew. the huntress — if she could be called anything else — ate with the revelry of a killer.

intrigued by this, sobeille made herself known. her goldcoin eyes passing pointedly from the starkness of white fur to blooded chest; the flare of merlot riming the huntress’ gnarled muzzle.

it delighted her to find that same color outlined in the killer’s eyes.