Ankyra Sound The huntress

Sivaak’s tongue slid over her teeth as she considered the wolf before her. A young one. The faintest huff of breath, something between a laugh and a scoff, escaped her bloodied snout.

"Aye, well," she tore another small, stringy chunk of flesh from the bone. After she swallowed it, she leaned forward, letting her weight settle comfortably, her narrowing.

"Soft things worry about what’s proper to eat. Sivaak eats what she kills." She let her eyes drop over the young one, before she stifled another laugh, this one grating, harsh.

Suddenly, she moved. Raising to her haunches, and then to her thick paws, she let her weight soften the sand beneath her feet, toes digging into the mush. "Always hungry. Sivaak not picky. Sivaak eat."