Greatwater Lake Visuvius

Expecting the voice of Mesen-ka, perhaps the physical presence of Kaxwaan if he had returned to them, it is with greater surprise (and immense agitation) that Zharille hears the voices of even more wolves she does not know. These voices rise in tandem with her warning and as her voice is quickly drowned out, she turns a glare towards her husband.

The man has gone from her side to seek those voices. Perhaps he meant to give chase to these foreigners? But this is not what happens. He lunges after them and while Zharille expects teeth and some sort of assertion of his position as her chosen man (even if she had not chosen him herself), Mesen-ka mingles against the tall, dark man and shows deference to the little girl beside him.

Zharille snarls; she moves to her man, grappling with him a moment, teeth catching his cheek as if to pull him aside; and she finds the scent of the real reason for their carousing now. There is a coyote girl, or some sort of mutt, reeking strongly of sex.

Rounding beyond the pair who smell of the desert — Zharille charges for the waiting figure who shrinks and observes the lakeside, making no attempt to hide her approach as she crowds close.

Little bitch, Zharille rumbles through her teeth, threatening with her aura alone, and pressing close to the little one (Cynna), with the intent to push her in to the dirt with her very presence. Lake is mine. Men of lake, mine. The look upon the ogre's face held an obvious message: you fucked around in the wrong place.