Greatwater Lake where have all the good men gone
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zharille had caught herself a fish!

well, that was not true. a heron or some such creature had caught itself a fish, and she had chased after it doggedly, and scared it enough to make it forget. once the fish had been held in the bird's gullet, but the wolf was tenacious: she bayed and gave chase, and eventually caught upon the stilt-legged thing with snapping teeth, and it hastened to puke up the whole catch before it took flight.

still, a win was a win. she ate the meat of the belly first, and then sank to the mud to enjoy crushing the head in her molars. the fish taste was not to her liking but the woman was not going to fuss, given how necessary a good meal had become. she, who had rounded sides and an endless hunger.

as the last of the fish vanished down her throat, she licked her lips and nose, and drew a deep breath of the lakeside air, wondering where her men had vanished to; it felt like ages since she had seen anyone, and that did not bode well for her.
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The trip was long.

Yet Dagur figured he could play both sides as long as he always returned with something for the other. The Big Man could always use more information and The Big Woman liked food.

So when he found her, it was with a hare in his jaws. Thick and fat, poached from a better hunter than him.

He was quick to toss it towards her and then hunkered low.

Like he awaited a thunderstorm.

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she lay worrying at the fish head for some time before a thin, wraith-like figure made themselves known to her. the scent of warm-blooded food was what piqued her interest first, and drew her eye; zharille held the fish head in her molars, her mouth gaping in an ugly way, as she caught sight of the boy.

her men had left! but the boy, he returned. he brought with him something of real value, and so she let the fish head drop from her jaw; a trail of saliva slimed its way out with it, and she ignored the cool sensation of the breeze upon her cheek after.

where had he gone? no; she did not care right now. she descended upon the rabbit and tore in to its belly, seeking the entrails as she had with the fish, and gorged herself until her face was painted red. all else could wait.