Big Salmon Lake s y m p h o n y

not good not good not good. "it's okay." she repeated when he whined. she smelled of rot and metal and yet his actions were that of someone simple-minded, who understood positive and negative and reaction and nothing more. perhaps she should run but the scar on her cheek reminded her of what came of boldness, and so she was still. there was something heavy and damp in her ruff, and though she swallowed, she did not shift. 

simple-minded. she would proceed with caution but would take a slightly different route than was her norm. "shhh. good."  she was not sure where she was going with this, but if she could subdue the beast and escape here before the lake-creature became more than figments of her imagination, she would have met her goal.