Big Salmon Lake salmonado

When someone else approached and spoke, Pantaleimon's head jerked to the side, startled. Soon he relaxed, since the stranger didn't look like much of a threat, as of yet. She looked relaxed, as far as Pan could tell. When she mentioned the fish, Pan actually looked down at the fish that lay the most nearby, as if he was considering the facts, or remembering Joe the Salmon.

"Oh, uh, no," Pantaleimon said, realising moments later that the questions had been rhetorical and he probably looked dumb answering them. "The lake just -- it's so -- it's broken..." Pan frowned empathically at the lake. "I... I guess I didn't realise the storm would affect so much of these lands beside my home." The sudden confrontation with these facts had been rough. Pan'd expected to find Salmon Lake in fine state. Perhaps not in its former glory, but not with so many dead, rotting fish, just like the Caldera's lake.