Greatwater Lake what once was

There was nothing left of her claim. No scent, no bodies. Her children remained with Akashingo while she roamed; not forever, but for now. There was food to spare in the desert and the shelter of the mesa.

But it was not her's. Not the way Zharille felt the lake was her's. Where she had found the strongest men to sire her children, and the place she had willingly fought for. It had been a short battle - and it had ignited something in her. A hunger, a sense of power she would not easily shed.

Winter would be here soon. It would quickly be time to hunt for more men, and she would start here at the lake.