Lost Creek Hollow Gone fishing

It was peaceful, this time he had to himself, waiting on a fish to swim by and give itself away to the hungry jaws of the bear man. 

However, someone, or something, had other plans. Bjorn jumped to him feet, his hackles raised and body battle ready when a big splash and incessant yelling cried out. He looked around frantically, until his eyes lay dead on a rusted red creature in the water, wading chest deep. It took him some time, but soon enough, the face of this creature rung a bell from the back of his mind: 

“Oh no….” He sighed, once he was taken back in memory to the winter time, “Hello!” He called out, not wanting to seem like a fuddy dud. “Can I help you miss?”

He had nothing to guard, so there was no need for protective measures, as they were well outside the reach of Kvarsheim. He tried his best to smother his hackles, but after a jump scare like that, it was hard to relax one’s self.