Ankyra Sound The huntress

Sivaak paused mid-bite, the sinewy chunk of meat dangling from her teeth before she let it fall to the snow with a wet thud. Her crimson eyes, sharp as fractured ice, locked onto Sobeille with renewed intensity.

The question hung in the air, twisting in its simplicity.

Her muzzle wrinkled slightly, not in distaste but in thought, her expression darkening. “Sivaak not waste time thinkin’ about souls.”

She leaned down again, snapping off another piece of bone, rolling it lazily between her teeth as she spoke, her words muffled by the crunch. “When you kill, they gone. Nothing but meat and marrow.”