Big Salmon Lake s y m p h o n y

he didn't like the open. it was too unprotected, his mind tried to realistically think. nononono came a deeper, more primal tone. people see. people hurl sticks and rocks and shit and fire oh gods the FIRE -- stop. peace. he was peaceful. he was calm. he was... safe? that was always the question posed. was he safe? never, 'was he happy' for happiness was a pipe dream. and that dream never came to him. slowly, his legs pulled him out of the thicker woodlands. his head was down, inching closer to the water without seeing the other.

or maybe he did, choosing to ignore her sweet scent in favor of reaching the liquid. a salmon tongue rolled from his jaws, lapping greedily the substance provided. the beast did not give an inkling of recognition to the female. he was fully absorbed in his task. though if he had a mind to, he would submerge himself into the waters. he was absolutely filthy. crimson caked his fur, dirt and grime unwashed with unknown origins. he looked wild with his coat sticking up at random angles. his ears tattered, tail fluffed out. like something had crawled...

...from the depths of the underworld. digging and digging from the grave itself. until finally the dirt didn't bother him and he didn't see the light but he wanted the light and... stop it. the beast'd give an irritable shake of his head, snarling softly to himself. perhaps it was best he didn't see the small lady. it was unclear if he wanted others involved in his personal crazy. with another shake of his head, he'd try to turn back to disappear into the foliage. but the large paws caught underfoot a branch that craaaaaacked under his weight. he'd look up, startled. as if he didn't know he had even done such a thing. he was properly thrust into the spotlight now.