Greatwater Lake I've lied for you, and I liked it too

To the den mouth they arrived, slowly but surely.

As soon as they were upon it, Zharille moved from his side, waddling her way within to search it. She was looking for the girl, no doubt. But she would not find her.

Then, after seeing its emptiness, she brought her scent to loom here. 

Khaba figured, by this, he would not be the only to take the space of this den. Now, he could be glad he had made it so large. It would fit them both; her as well as her children too.

She returned from within soon after, looking upon him with what he saw to be pride. His chin lifted in response, facade still somewhat barren, despite a touch of warmth in his eyes.