Otter Creek make a fist and close your eyes

Zharille ranged where she pleased, aware now of her progeny and their success, and that of @Khaba's harem. What had he made of the lake, but a place to fill with women? It displeased her. There were many obstacles now before the beastly woman to work through, or dispose of, so that she could reclaim her place.

The lake was her home. She had been the one to choose it, to mark it, to birth a legacy there. Whoever tried to keep her from this life she had built would be dealt with.

She stalked now alongside the creek with a brooding stare, watching the water deepen and darken with the coming night.