Greatwater Lake burned but not buried this time

the sound of tongue hitting water made her stop and stare.

a low sound came from her, almost too quiet to reach him. there was annoyance there; his noise! his noise would drive away what she sought. had he no sense? but he thirsted in the same desperate way he had hungered and zharille knew that feeling.

she chose to go quiet and let him have his moment.

her prowling took her farther — and maybe she would lose him as she hunted.