Otter Creek make a fist and close your eyes

fade? :3

Zharille refused to give in. Something he once saw respect in. But now, she used it only in her lust for power over the lake that once belonged to her.

Once. But no longer.

Knowing her answer was clear, Khaba straightened his posture, eyes leveled upon her. Then you will not again be welcome back. A faint growl of decisiveness. 

And all would know this. 

Not waiting for her to leave, a call would quickly be sent to the skies. Subordinates, omega, children — each would know of Zharille's abandonment of the lake and want to take it from him. And each would play their part to keep this from happening...

...or die trying.