Alpine Lake i could tell you i was dying, but you wouldn't know for three more years

she studied the stranger openly, though she squinted -- the reflective surface of the water was near blinding. the fish had ceased its struggling, its life spent by fang and bludgeon. from here she could scent its scales, and her stomach growled in hunger.

caiaphas thought the gesture the female did peculiar -- and immediately suspected it was a trap. unwilling to submit herself to the imagined machinations of another wolf, the sylph rose and continued to nose along the reeds for the lost scent of bobcat.