Greatwater Lake burned but not buried this time

with the two wolves now stalking the murk of this land, the slumbering lesser creatures would soon be alerted to them. zharille with her heavy-handedness, dagur with his frenzied following.

something did rouse between the two of them: a rat of some variety, fat and sleepy, and panicked. it scurried through the underbrush away from one large threat and in to the waiting path of the other; crossing before dagur without any thoughts in its empty little head.

zharille heard the movement but it was dwindling in her ears, so she ignored it and pressed forward.