Ankyra Sound soul salvage

Through the pain, through the physical and mental anguish, Jorunn was a work of art in motion; a mourning dove taking flight, an indescribable transformation into Artemis of the hunt.

Svalinn’s eyes followed the streaking line of her figure, propelled by a burst of strength and the sheer will to succeed. She carried him with her, her determination fueling his desire to make this one kill, prove this one time, share this one body…

As she latched on ruthlessly to the injured hind leg, the sunbearer set his weight upon the other one, his teeth gnashing into flesh and bone as the deer stumbled beneath the sheer ferocity of the joint attack. Svalinn moved his toothy grip up along the doe’s body, keeping her from gathering her feet beneath her as he silently willed Jorunn to take her neck and deliver it a deathly blow.

There was power in providence, just as much as there was in rediscovering one’s own vitality.