Greatwater Lake eighty-first

their voices break the stillness of the lake, and something avian launches to flight only to crash and slide far from the bank where the wolves hold their discussion.
zharille appears distracted by this. she looks to her man, then back to the snake and the creature who he brings.

even if zharille was pleased to have another man, she does not show it. rather, she takes the words of senmut and digests them; stalking closer to where they wait.

the mazoi of their party appear tense.
zharille huffs.

pharaoh not come himself? her teeth catch on her lip and flash. she did not know the make-up of akashingo any longer.

she glares at the offered man.
is this the best you can offer?