Greatwater Lake roped up, rat in a cage

It was by chance that he found her, then, on the shores of the lake’s edge. Was it happenstance, or was it nature’s idea of a sick, fucked up joke, that he just so happened to stumble upon her, of all people?
 
He didn’t know.
 
Didn’t care to know.
 
Instead, he stood there, his posture low and his head carried in line with his neck and spine—slouching—with his shoulders rolled forward. His tail dangled like dead weight behind him. Beneath him, his paws left impressions in the lake’s lapping shore, the sand cold and wet underfoot.
 
His eyes saw without seeing the injuries on her body, the wetness of her fur around her shoulder and neck.
 
Electricity crackled, hissed, and spat, and made the hair along his shoulders, back, and neck stand on edge.