Ankyra Sound The Royal Life is not for All

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She was satisfied when the coywolf reeled in pain and screeched from the mark left my the felines claws. Her breathing was coming out in heavy pants and the pain from her shoulder seemed to worsen by the second, dust and little chucks of rock hitting the raw, exposed flesh. As the half-wolf turned and charged at her again, Kiiyea could tell she was getting warn out, for her movements were clumsy, tipsy almost. She herself could almost not see strait from the pain and exhaustion.

So instead of leaping at the oncoming attack, she gave one last hateful hiss, her teeth bared and her eyes blazing, and turned away, getting out of the way of the wolf's skull. She stretched her legs as far as they could go as she bounded away. Away from the cliff, away from the hateful wolf. "Well you're just one big bundle of joy, aren't ya? Glad I won't have to see you again." she hissed over her shoulder, mumbling the last part to herself as she hurried away. At least she had lift some wounds herself.