Swiftcurrent Creek You packed your bags full of letting go.

ancelin was humming to himself, having slowed to a jog in hopes of catching more accessible prey, ie: not headed over the border into someone else's land. and because the young man did not think he would be trailed, having done the right thing, he didn't notice the great white shark pursuing him until he looked into the proverbial rearview mirror.
instinctively, ancelin ran, which of course made him look guilty; he hit the brakes and swung to face the stranger in a wide-legged, placating stance; "hey! hey! i know the guy who runs the place, okay? i'm cool, man, for real."