Greatwater Lake vaal hazak

a low rumble came from zharille as she made her inspection. the stranger seemed healthy, a little weathered - perhaps by travel - if there were wolf scents upon them they were faded, old. this woman was alone.

she withdrew briefly, but made the effort to snap her teeth by the stranger's cheek, so she knew to take care. this was zharille's land and there were many eyes watching.

but she did relent. the lake was still a fixation for her, and the fish that bobbed in the depths. she moved back to the reeds without fear as her back turned - content for now that this stranger was no threat.

she wanted food, that's all she cared for right now.