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

Raking teeth, then snapping ones. She gave her reminder and warnings as she'd always done. Khaba did not flinch back, letting whatever marking be made upon himself.

Soon after, back in she went, curling herself towards the back wall. But he would not join her there. He would not ever, not until she wanted him to.

For the time being, he would simply place himself at the edge of the doorway. A silhouette guarding the den in which she had chosen to claim as her sleeping place.