Ankyra Sound The huntress

at last came the moment sobeille had sensed underneath her skin. sivaak was far faster. far stronger. sobeille had no choice but to bend under the press of her fangs -- truthfully, what other alternative was there?

when the swiftwater man's teeth seized her spine she had been filled with boiling hatred. feeling her inalienable agency thwarted had incensed her. now, she could not name the emotion that spilled out from her.

it did not matter. sivaak's teeth released, but there was no clemency. she ordered her to march, coming along her flank where her teeth could disembowel at a moment's notice. the imagery of her intestines glittering in the snow enthralled sobeille; what would it feel like as her life's blood seeped into a parched earth?

no time for daydreaming. sobeille gave one last glance to the sundered coyote before she turned her gaze forward -- towards a horizon that sivaak controlled.