Greatwater Lake now shut your pretty mouth

Leaving the den of Zharille for a time, knowing she would want some space with her children, Khaba carried a torn elk leg to the small cove for Nazli.

From the entrance he waited, watching.

Seeing her work like this made him think of Akashingo. It almost made him feel guilty. He'd taken her away from the only life she'd ever known.

You miss it, don't you. He asked, having set the leg down. It wasn't much of a question, for he knew it had to be true.