Ankyra Sound The huntress

Sivaak did not stop gnawing as Sobeille approached. Her jaws worked steadily, splitting the coyote bone with a sharp crack. She cast a sidelong glance at the golden-eyed onlooker, her gaze slow, like a blade dragged across stone.

The blood staining her muzzle darkened with each tug of teeth, streaking down to her chest where it matted her fur.

You stare at Sivaak, The beast of a woman rumbled, words barely more than a growl. Her voice was gruff with disuse. She had not seen another soul and let them live long enough to converse in… quite some time.

She spat out a shard of bone, the piece clattering to the ground at Sobeille’s feet. Rude to stare.

Her crimson stare locked on the stranger now, cold as the black sea she hunted. The hint of amusement that curled at the edges of her lip wasn’t kind—it was sadistic.