Big Salmon Lake chromosomes

Orrrr maybe me! ;) At least for now.

He was on the southern shore, driven by the burn of an empty stomach, as he often was. Unfortunately, he had missed the banquet that the storm had laid around the lake not so long ago. All that remained were the occasional dried remains, bones, and eyeless heads - some detached from meatbare bones and others not. Rat was not particular, he inhaled these meager  offerings as he came across them. One especially large fish caused him to hack and wretch as he fought to swallow a tough, sun-cured piece that should have been chewed. It eventually went down, and he moved on, nose working to find the next bite.

But it was not his nose that discovered the next opportunity, but his falconlike eyes as the scanned lake's edge. He spotted a female imprisoned in mud, and he slinked toward her, his bony paws slowing to a stop several wolf-lengths from her on firmer ground. His head was carried low, below the sharp juts of his shoulders, his disheveled tail hanging limp as he stared at her. His nicked ears turned and pivoted as he considered the situation, saliva starting to drip from his lips.