Big Salmon Lake Shinkō

it was his turn now.

reminded himself this was how it was. the cycle of life deemed by Him. the otters would serve a purpose, to fuel the missionary and the hunter.

so he sighed softly, prepared himself while his muscle found a place to lie in wait.

then it was his vital turn in this. it would freeze him, of course, but he sought to launch himself along the shoreline. herd them away from the waters with clicking teeth, not able to touch them.

that would be his strong arm’s job.