Greatwater Lake vaal hazak

The stranger rumbled. Nettleclaw's ears fell to her skull.

It seemed the inspection had drawn to a close. Before Nettleclaw could pull away teeth came for her face. She yelped and pulled away.

The wild woman turned back to the water. Nettleclaw remained in the snow with one paw raised in quivering question. She watched the woman stalk the reeds in a prowl.

Their hierarchy had been firmly established. Nettleclaw did not advance until she was certain the space between them was appropriate. Her nose twitched while she measured the cold bite of air.

Like the woman, Nettleclaw was quite hungry.

Somewhere along the opposite bank a sharp splash sounded.