Greatwater Lake vaal hazak

Downtrodden by her failure Nettleclaw pulled herself up the bank. She kept her distance still, seeing the way the wild woman hunched in reactivity. 

Snapping twigs announced the wolf woman’s movement. Nettleclaw looked up expectantly despite her low posture. A croon broke over the murmuring water. 

An invitation. 

Nettleclaw sniffed the air, ears working independently as she measured the wild woman’s posture. It was softer now, the intensity broken by the woman looking away. 

Tension began to melt away between them. Nettleclaw’s tail held a little looser now.

Nettleclaw bound from the mud towards the abandoned fish head.  She pounced upon it and swallowed it in a singular motion. 

Then Nettleclaw shook water from her pelt and trotted after the woman with new energy to her step.