Greatwater Lake i'll turn your sea to a desert

at the edge of blackfeather woods - aw but for @Khaba if you're interested

she had left the boy to his own devices today. he seemed more animated, more alive than before. the food and water, the sleep, some part of it had revived him and made him self-sufficient; it was enough of a change to give zharille freedom from his lurking.

it was good, for her time had begun. it hadn't changed anything about her: she moved with the same prowling gait, the same heavy step. she knew where she headed as she neared the darkwood but she did not enter it. the scent of the man was here — and he had told her in his way, three days.

now she returned after two, in time. her prideful posture was strengthened further by a certain kind of focus, as she was after one thing only. that much was clear by the shift in her scent; what matter now was if the man stayed true to his word.