Big Salmon Lake Welcome to my other side

Once he had left Rusalka, the coast, the behemoth made his way inward into the mainland. Further away from the beaches and into the more heavily forested areas - which to him, felt more like home than any coast would. His pelt blended well with the dark trees, and his prey felt more natural than that of fish and crabs, with the occasional hatchling sea turtles or waterfowl. 

What had drawn him toward the lake was the scent of another - blood. Blood stained the coat of another, of a female, that piqued his interest. The scents danced within themselves as it was not all from one, but of at least two individuals. As he breached the forest side and onto the lake, the dark figure of a woman soaking herself in the water; washing herself of the stench that had drawn him in. 

Why wash off your medal. Baritones purred harshly in the beast's vocals as he spoke, heavy feet slowly bringing him closer to the female. It is the sweetest perfume after all.