Big Salmon Lake s y m p h o n y

no, it wasn't okay. not in any sense of the word. but his mind was too childish to realize he was a large beast and perhaps cuddling close was not really the way to go. a soft whine escaped him at the nice lady's words. if he had a conscious of his own self, he would have washed the muck from his coat in her company. he failed to know just how disgusting his appearance had become in the many hours, months or years of solitude. 

his lips parted amongst her fur, echoing her word. "ga...gaaa oood?" what was 'good'? he forced his mind blank, for he knew what good was. what it had lead to, how obedience got him hurt. in pain. in agony. so now he just didn't give a shit. he was surprised that the word came from a person so obviously frightened of him. the beast would lift his head, staring down at her. "no... no dead?" he'd ask, for she had keeled over and now was talking.