Big Salmon Lake s y m p h o n y

his mind... was not there. not really. he failed to grasp mostly anything by choice that was flung at him. one moment she was there, the next she was not. the girl had slipped under the water by her own choice, choosing to get away from him as quickly as possible. "gah?" he'd moan, blinkingly weary eyes at the spot she had left. if he was upset, his confusion covered it pretty damn quickly. the beast had no inkling of his revolting appearance nor his own simple thoughts.

he assumed she had faded away - knowing realistically that wasn't true down there in his mind - and had left him. maybe she had been a ghost. the thought was not frightening. little frightened him nowadays. and if he had a mind, he could have reached down in the watery depths and pull her out forcefully. he may be lonesome, but he was not nearly psychopathic to enforce his company on people. yet. so perhaps for the little angel, it was better for her to swim away.

before the shit hit the actual fan. he'd remain by the shore for a few moments before turning back to the treeline. lumbering toward the safety of the foliage, he'd soon vanish. leaving her attempted escape behind, and thinking this had all been a figment of his imagination.