Greatwater Lake gillyweed

The unexpected came in many forms. At first he found himself not too surprised that the boy hadn't wandered far enough to be told one thing or another, and then he dropped word of cougars. Great. Dirge had never tangled with them personally, but he had known those who had; the end result was never pretty. And to make matters worse, it hadn't been any more than a handful of days since the trio had been loitering around in that area. A certain grimness laid over him as an unseen weight.

Of course, it all begged another question.

"How long ago did she see the cougar?" Chances were, Dirge wanted to think that it had passed. He had likened the tarns to a marsh in their travels so to him, it seemed the likely place that it had been in. But what did know about cougars wasn't a lot either; his homeland had been thankful only to deal with them once in a great while. They'd never been an active threat. This seemed more of an active threat. Maybe. Jumping to conclusions was easy.