Ankyra Sound The huntress

The she-wolf grunted softly, amused by the inquiry.

She pulled back just enough to let her red gaze sweep over Sobeille again, a predator appraising a prize. “To sea. To cold. To blood. Then, find caribou hunters.” Sivaak rumbled, her voice an uneven, half-growl, half-thought.

Her nose twitched as if scenting more than just Sobeille’s pack-stained fur, her crooked grin never faltering. “Sivaak show you hunt. Show you kill.” She cocked her head, eyes gleaming with distant hunger. A depraved, black shadow crossed her face.

“Strong wolf follows.”

Her smile spread wider, crude and dangerous. “Unless strange girl dislike what Sivaak teach.” A pause, then, to step closer once more.

To close the distance again. “Do you dislike?”