Greatwater Lake vaal hazak

zharille was so focused on her own frustration and trying to appear, at the very least, competent, she did not follow the actions of the other woman until she heard a prominent splash. it was the sound of the stranger's body colliding with water, and zharille immediately moved to where they had launched themselves, unsure of what to do.

the water sprayed. it slicked the woman's fur and made zharille aware of the strength in her youthful figure; more importantly, they returned to the lake's edge with a bundle of silver wriggling desperately. there was the scent of blood, alluring.

zharille wasn't sure how to feel. impressed, yes - but also jealous, and hungry, and she knew her own power so she lunged towards the woman with her tail high, like a banner. she could not catch these things herself and it was her land; to her, that meant the fish was her's to eat. a tax, a gift for trespass.

her teeth snapped the air, not quite reaching the woman and wary of the water.