Greatwater Lake [Witty Title]

Her trembling slowed and he thought perhaps her breathing would follow. Saliva had already begun to collect in his mouth, and he swallowed the excess as he looked on and waited. But she did not perish and instead rose, and his ears flicked back to dampen her screech, the smooth contour of his snout buckled in irritation. She spoke strangely, and he narrowed his hard eyes on her.

"I'm not your friend," he intoned, low and cold. "I thought you might be dead. I wanted to eat you," he said with an eerie nonchalance as he rolled his shoulders. He turned away from her then and walked away, at an angle such that he could watch her from the corner of his eye. She was not yet food, and he had no interest in her company.