Big Salmon Lake s y m p h o n y

he'd shuffled away from her by choice. not trusting the coming saliva threatening to overpower his lips. not trusting how she just lay there on her back with her stomach ripe for cutting. to get to the soft organs below, all he had to do was tear away the ribcage blocking his access. he could do that. he could! he - oh fuck did she just talk? the beast's eyes shot back toward the lady. he was still for a while, too long really, before he gave a whine.

she said it was 'okay' but was it really? he lowered himself fully to the ground, creeping closer to her. wanting to believe it was okay and that she was potentially 'safe' from any advances. his nose sniffed, finding her scent welcoming, shooting out to try and bury itself in her neck ruff. she had essentially told a child it was perfectly fine, that his actions were fine and he lapped up the attention it brought. the positivity. so like the large child he was, he sought validation.