With a mischievous smile, Kaleeth immediately took the waterskin and downed its contents. Once again wrapping her arms around him, she pressed her snout against his nose and looked him in the eyes. "Is that good answer?" She said before giving him another kiss, the first of many in the intimate moments they shared. 

The shadowed figure moved past the Hist tree in the center of the village, following the scent of the one it was searching for. Given how the marsh could obscure scents, it took time and effort to determine where she may have gone, but its progress was steady and certain. The figure did not appear to be in a rush, but it certainly appeared dedicated. Eventually, it narrowed down the direction she had traveled out of the village, as well as picking up on another scent that was a bit less fresh. At this point, the figure started moving more quickly, but more silently as well. The shadowy figure moved as if it was one with the shadows, with footsteps that were light enough that they might as well not even exist. 

When the shadowed figure came upon Janius and Kaleeth, his face was revealed in the moonlight, and he was not pleased. Kaleeth saw him first and could not hold back a scream. She tried to move herself away from Janius, but it was too late; he had already saw what they were doing together.

[i]"Father!"[/i] She shouted in surprise as she looked up at the imposing, tattooed form of Master-Hunter Zharanthixil before them. In the Master-Hunter's face was pure rage, directed completely at Janius at the moment. He bared his teeth while letting out a low hiss and balling his hands up into fists so tight that his own claws punctured his scales and drew a small amount of blood. He did not move for the moment, but he looked as if he was willing to beat Janius to death with his bare hands.