Greatwater Lake eb k'ak'is

plopping Khaba in, since Zharille went inactive.

Zharille had demanded that he stay to watch the children. But he would not do this. Not while their borders were passed freely by so many.

@Selena would be called upon to take his stead, and the alpha would go to see what all was underway.

Two strangers, one a little less familiar than the second. She had been here before, but he had not.

Another of theirs was also here, presuming to speak on behalf of the lake. Khaba did not like this, and made it known.

Pushing the Tarantula with a rough shoulder, the dark male offered a short snarl in warning. He could listen, or he could not. But this situation was no longer headed by the subordinate's tongue.

There is nothing the lake gives. We provide for ourselves. His own voice seemed foreign to him now, but these people only knew this way of communication. Khaba was forced to compromise.