Greatwater Lake We've had our fun, now your sugar makes me sick

Khaba had left @Zharille to sleep in the den he'd dug.

Off to hunt he went, returning a time later with the body of a hare and the slimy, lifeless fish. Pregnant women were picky, he imagined. At least with these slim pickings, she had some choice of her feast.

Setting them by her, he took a step or two back. When there was distance, he barked—an attempt only to waken, not frighten her. This meal wouldn't remain fresh for long, and he intended for her to eat it as it was now. Otherwise, his hunt would have been (mostly) all for naught.