Greatwater Lake eighteenth

It was true.

But there was little time process before a familiar form appeared.

Muzzle following one body of company to the next, Khaba snorted softly. Hem, here with us is a woman I have met in my time away.

Then to the woman, his attention was focused. If she would allow him to do so, the beast would offer a nudge to her cheek. As much as he enjoyed her company and envied what may become of the lake, he had promised his return upon Makono's enthronement. He could not go back on this.

I must go. A chuff told her. Khaba did not fear leaving her, though. She would be well looked after. But would she allow him to leave? That was the true question.