Ankyra Sound The huntress

rubs hands together evilly

Sivaak’s movements were swift, almost too quick to follow. In one fluid motion, she closed the distance between them, her jaws snapping around the scruff of Sobeille’s neck. The pressure was firm, unyielding—no threat of harm, but an unmistakable command.

With a grunt, Sivaak jerked her head, pulling Sobeille toward her, urging her forward. Teeth curled through the fur along Sobeille's scruff. She had no care for who would miss strange girl. Strange girl belonged to Sivaak now.

“Move,” Sivaak growled out, a noise shattering within the cage of her bridgework.

Her grip tightened momentarily, a warning, before she released, nudging Sobeille onward with a shove of her muzzle. The bloodstains on her fur were already drying, leaving nothing but matted, crimson fur that was desperate for a wash.

"We take ground fast. Before pack come looking." She trudged after Sobeille, making up her flank. "When you become one of hunt, you take Muradoii name. When you ready."