Lion Head Mesa down on your knees, you just don't look so tall

He was infuriating! Or she was furious, and could only contain herself so long — thus, his question caused a flare of her rage to leak out as a snap of teeth; at this, the mazoi bristled and stepped close, earning a side-eye glare from Zharille.

TAKE! Had she not said?

This little man had come for Khaba once, and now could have the benefit of her strength and her knowledge of the lake to make the effort worthwhile. Perhaps she had misjudged just how powerful this one was; he was puny, after all.

Lake, mine. Cubs, mine. That was all she wanted; what became of her once paramour, and his harem, was up to the little man.