Big Salmon Lake chromosomes

She spoke, asking for his help, but as if he could not understand her language, he did not but continue his dead stare and let silence fall between them. His piercing stare then dropped, running down her legs; her paws were out of sight in the thick muck. Slowly, his black lips twitched upward into a foul, toothy grin, revealing yellowed teeth that were destined to rot in his skull. "Hehehehehehe! Ya, I kin 'elp ye," he moved forward, and though he was not an intelligent beast, he was clever enough to test the mud, and one paw after another, he crept toward her along the firmer mud and occasional rock. His motive was hard to mistake. Drool hung in long strands as his hungry gaze locked on to her; he was a predator, and she was a trapped piece of meat.