Greatwater Lake libellula

The stranger spoke, and if Zharille understood there was no way of knowing. Her lip twitched to reveal her front teeth and progressed to a grimace; by the time she felt the need to lunge, the stranger was already retreating. Khaba's own snarl reverberated through the air, following after them.

Once they were gone, Zharille moved stiffly towards her companions. She nosed at Selena's neck furs first, thanking her with touch. When she got to Khaba, she chuffed to him a pleasant sound that was the antithesis of the aggression she had carried towards the stranger - as if a switch had flipped. Her hackles remained raised, prickly like a porcupine, but she was pleased with how the intimidation had worked.

Hopefully they would have less interlopers in the future. Their home didn't house many, but they were vigilant.