Greatwater Lake vaal hazak

it did not take long for zharille to consume all that she could. she was chomping on the remains of the head when the woman launched herself towards the water again, and the fast movement made her tense and move away as if deeply offended. the fish head abandoned.

the other woman was not successful a second time. zharille was unsure of her, as now she was amped up and defensive, but she saw the failure in their posture and could, to a point, empathize. she licked her lips and looked away, then moved at a slow stride from the lake's edge.

her tail was lower now, swaying with an invitation, and she crooned a note as if to say, come this way. away from the water at least.

there was no reason to heed zharille now, after having stolen their meal and been so antagonistic; but maybe something could be salvaged.