Big Salmon Lake s y m p h o n y

he was still for an ungodly amount of time. eyes wide, shock settling in well, fur bristling beneath his muscular upper body. and slowly, ever so slowly, he would shift. first, he caught the scent. then? then he saw her. low to the ground, a pale water nymph. inside, deep inside, he would purr. the guttural sound bursting out quietly as if he was clicking his tongue slowly. or like his neck was cracking as he turned toward her. 

female. he had known she was there, in some small part of his mind, but to see her now? she was readily submissive, his mind told him, and maybe she wouldn't mind if he approached. but to what intent? females... never hurt him. sure, they bit and clawed and scratched if he did bad things but so far none had charged at him with the intent to hurt. the beast would continue to stare before he shot his head down, ears back and a warning growl pulsating. 

but he did not approach her. instead, he began to edge away. as if her presence was a threat to his well being. or perhaps he simply didn't trust himself with her. a moment of clarity. nothing more. "g...gaaa...oooo" go. don't fucking sit there, bitch, just go.