Blackfeather Woods the road ahead feels lonely

She did not pull away, but leaned in close with comfort. 

Khaba was able to relax, thus finding satisfaction in these moments.

But when he heard the sound of a voice, he tensed slightly. It had recently since been against his nature to speak, as there was always silence between him and those of the lake. 

Zaahira. A name.

Khaba. He returned, rather hesitantly so.