Greatwater Lake misdirection

the girl moved away from her, and shook the water from her coat. zharille was content to watch for a moment, then turned her eye towards the water again - except, the moment songbird mentioned going, there was a tone to her voice which zharille did not like.

she did understand enough of the spoken language, even if she did not use it herself, to understand that selena would be leaving the lakeside. zharille made a curious note - like a hum, lilting upwards like a question - and tilted her head ever so slightly. she had no way of conveying her name, yet.

then, she approached the girl and greedily snapped her teeth across her snout; not touching it, but above it. she dragged her chin across the wound there, and as soon as the songbird recoiled (as one might, given the fresh nature of the cut), zharille pressed her shoulder against the girl's dark fur - to mark her with scent.

stay, her actions said. be one of mine.

the lake could use a few less fish, anyway.