Big Salmon Lake THIS IS A ROBBERY

An awful odor runs through her nostrils and takes over the rest of her poor senses—taste, sight, smell, even touch. She swears she can recall such a bad experience from the good old times when whenever it happened to intoxicate the air, she ended up gaging. Stomach twists now as well however; heavy and blood boils in addition. She knows what she is facing, praying to every living god and its fortune she is not in front of what she thinks she is.

She is.

That loser Janus and his terrible behavioral tendencies—here he stands, as if not caring she is literally there, open-mouthed with her ears back, growling and hissing in disgust. That’s her salmon, that’s her spot to be at. Anger takes over more; she wants him dead.

You A breath filled with determination, her form stands tall, gaze fixated, no fear. She never fears. How dare you. Oh god, the smell… the smell is killing her as much as the fleas nibbling on the bald spots on his ass.