Greatwater Lake misdirection

fade here?

having someone capable enough to fish the waters was a blessing; zharille could not do it, and she was not sure if her menfolk were around any longer either. if she had to start from scratch, she would. why not include a submissive girl in this dream? zharille could control someone like that.

she rumbled a grim-sounding, but somehow affectionate, note towards her songbird and finally pulled away, figuring that she was marked well enough to be one of zharille's collection.

if she were to wander off, that would no doubt stymie zharille's efforts; but she wasn't about to stop her from roaming, as wolves were wont to do. the bigger woman had learned much about selena so far: that she was capable, and that she could be trained quickly to obey the natural laws.

without any reason to linger now (as she had been fed, and now grew tired of this portion of the lakeside) - zharille began to stalk off among the trees. she looked once over her shoulder to selena, expectant, as if to lead her somewhere else. there were various paths to scout, trails to follow, and things to see; and they would see them together.

perhaps by the time zharille was done showing off her home, her men would have returned to her.