Greatwater Lake We've had our fun, now your sugar makes me sick

He had returned a time later, having left her privacy to eat, to find a pile of bones set at her feet. Some of which she gnawed on.

Announcing his presence with a low, faint chuffed, he approached slow, steps seeking to know if whether she accepted his company.

If she didn't demand for him to leave, the shadowed giant would sit beside her laying form. 

Her fur had become a bit disheveled during her slumber. Khaba intended to lean over and gently groom her, should she allow this also. It was better for a leader to have a decent appearance, and if no one else, he wanted to see the beauty beneath her spiked fur.