Big Salmon Lake ruin my moonlight

She yelled into the void, there was nobody to answer her.

The male lowered his belly to the ground, placing his head on his forelegs. The cool night air and the ambience of the lake was tranquilizing. Sleep called for him, but he refused to answer. 

He lay there, with watchful eyes and tail swishing behind him—disturbing the reeds with each subtle movement. Perhaps that would be enough for her to find him.