Ankyra Sound dead woman walking

He swayed in the growing breeze, ears swivelling to catch the deafening clap of near thunder though his focus remained on the distant horizon. The shouts of men, the screams of children and the sorrowful begging of women; had it all been worth it?

And then he saw her; a near mirror image of the red bitch that came before. She'd taken his bounty, his whelps, his dignity. The mad sealord blamed only her and met her arrival with a tense sinew of muscle, digging his heels into the dirt as he flew at her with all the rage and insanity of a man who had nothing else to lose.