Ankyra Sound I k chertu , on vernulsya《And to Hell, he returned》(J)

As she met Vector's gaze coolly, the male suddenly crumpled before her like sand blowing in the arctic wind. She remained motionless, her expression as frigid as the wind that snarled about them. It riffled through her wispy fur, lending a harridan look to the waif.

His actions were wordless like her own -- but the silence begged a single question. She observed the lances that cruelly afflicted his form -- obvious injuries that suggested an altercation. She remained still, save for her tail which rose confidently over her lanky hips. "What are those from?" Her tone was somewhat demanding and indicated if he was not outright honest she would add her own bitter mark to his already savaged pelt.