Greatwater Lake all lit up and i start to s[m]ile

the other woman did not back down, but she silenced. that was enough for zharille. so long as there was space enough for a study of the man, to get a good understanding of him, to see if he met with her expectations - then perhaps she would have another partner, and the chance of strong offspring would be increased as a result.

zharille did not choose to back down from the woman, she focused instead on the man as he prowled around them. her hackles remained bristling and her face scowling, although she had hidden away her teeth again, and they were ready to shine if he did anything untoward.

he came closer - boldly pressing close to her shoulder. she rumbled a warning and tensed, tipping her chin to keep her throat protected in case he changed his trajectory; but when he didn't, she moved to draw in his scents herself. he was unlike the dark-furred khaba: he did not come from some shadow-laden woodland, but somewhere farther, with many wild scents. there were no signs of other women upon him, or any kind of pack-scent which prevailed.

her rumbling turned to a welcoming croon, and she clipped at him with her teeth in an almost playful, rough way.