Ankyra Sound The huntress

“Kill?” Sivaak rumbled. She sniffed the air, drawing in the scent of blood and gristle, the sharp tang of death that clung to the scene. "I kill what’s in front of me. What dares get in my way. What doesn’t serve me."

Her lips pulled back slightly, revealing a glimpse of sharpened teeth, the ghost of an old smile. “The land teaches you how to take. If strong, you take what’s yours. If not... you become the bone."

She gave a dismissive flick of her tail, a slow motion, before lowering her head to take another bite from the coyote's remains. Her sharp eyes stayed on Sobeille, though the gesture was casual.

Non-threatening. Yet. Of course, Sobeille was safe now. Sivaak had had her fill.

"Have you killed yet? Felt crunch of bone and gristle of flesh between teeth?"