Big Salmon Lake Be my Yoko Ono

@Āzon :D

He could smell it before he saw it- something had died, and he knew that if he didn't get to it soon enough, it would be rotten and decayed, what with this humidity. He parsed his way through the grasslands toward the stream that led toward the river, catching a whiff of scent along the edges of the stream where he assumed the body had been carried. What was normally a series of small streams had become a number of coursing, rushing streams carving their way past their usual banks and flooding over the grasses and rocks that normally went dry. Something had fallen in, he suspected, and had not been able to get out. 

He could see the body, bloated, in the shallows being picked at by opportunistic ravens that had been drawn to the scent before him. He growled and splashed into the shallow water of the lake's edge, snapping at the birds as they cawed and took flight, perturbed to have to give up such a meal. It was a deer, an unlucky one that had slipped into the stream while trying to drink, and had likely stepped on a mossy stone and had the feet swept out from under it. A wonderful find, he thought to himself as he dragged the waterlogged doe to the shore, and began to feast upon what seemed to be a free, easy meal.