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

he did not seemed pleased, but it didn't matter. zharille's happiness was all that should be required. she was the one to allow the girl to stay, and she was the one who carried the future within herself - the future that included khaba's own blood.

she reached for him, raking her teeth through the fur of his neck in a moment of tenderness - and possession. then she moved to snap her teeth close to his face, almost across his muzzle, as a reminder; but if that hit or not, zharille wasn't concerned.

her attention now was upon the den, not the man who built it. she sought the darkness of the interior, and delved in deep, turning around a few times before planting herself carefully on her belly, flat and sprawling.