Greatwater Lake i haven't had a shower in the last nine days

the edge of the lake came in to view.

zharille did not slow, now. she did not wait. the paths were familiar and they were her's, she would make sure that was known to anyone passing through the area.

as she came upon the old den site (which once housed her newborns) she found that it had been filled and abandoned. there were no vermin scents here, no wolf scents either; it was only zharille upon this plot of land now, she was certain of that.

a grunt of approval left her chest as she moved again, seeking a place to begin her mark-making.