Ankyra Sound The huntress

Her lips parted as if she might speak, but then she paused, chewing the silence instead.

The low growl that emerged from her throat wasn’t quite a response—a growl that could have been an answer, could have been a warning. She took a step closer, the soft crunch of snowed upon sand beneath her paws muffled by the constant gnaw of the cold wind.

Her thick, messied pelt ruffled.

“So many question. Why strange girl question Sivaak?” Her shoulders moved in an almost readying manner.

Her lips curled in the barest of sneers, eyes narrowing. Recognition of something flared in her eyes, and then Sivaak took a step back, almost as if appalled. “You not afraid of me.”

Then, a smile. A devious, gnarled smile of teeth still stained with blood of her coyote dinner. "Sivaak like you. Sivaak want to keep you, but stink." She then made to shove her nose rather viciously into Sobeille's pelt, if allowed. "Smell like pack. No good."