Ankyra Sound soul salvage

Wordlessly, she joined him, motioning for the brawler to proceed. Svalinn swiveled back towards the trail and followed it due south, away from the ceaseless churning of the sea. He tried not to feel overly aware of Jorunn’s presence nearby.

His large paws coursed over fresh tracks as his senses swallowed up the strengthening signs of a deer passing through with haste: broken twigs here, trampled snow there. His pace was firm although hushed, surprisingly light on his feet. He paused only when the creature’s trajectory would change, sending the pair of hunters traveling at a new angle.

The deer was soon in their sights, hobbling ahead at the quickest pace it could manage with its weakened hind leg. Naturally, due to his temporary companion’s condition, Svalinn took up the position that would put him on the deer’s stronger side during their charge, allowing Jorunn the choice of attacking the afflicted heel and lessening her chances of being kicked.

Eyes forward, he held only for Jorunn’s charge. On your mark, he breathed.