Greatwater Lake Drag me to death, like a lit cigarette

pleased when the girl shrank away, zharille gives khaba one lasting final look; one of reproach, which softens only as she pulls from the gathering spot and begins to tread away through the trees. she does not see this girl as a threat because she is so young, but she dislikes the stray that khaba has brought to her door. it will be his responsibility to keep them alive - zharille would owe this ugly thing no favors.

one ear turned when a dull sound caught in it, that of the girl's voice, but zharille was already a wolf-length from them. she gave a huff and swaggered on, leaving them to their own devices.