Big Salmon Lake Grá

she was drawn to the scent, but a self-taught restraint, rooted in shame, kept her from it.

unfortunate, that her prey led there.

it was a fox, and already bore the hound's teethmarks. with her every lunge it would curse in its tongue, limping ever forward to the great water.

the patient chase.

when they were near, the scent was on the wind. the hound kept her focus on the fox, who had stepped into the water and begun to yell.

( chant? )

she thought it needless to bloody the water. the hound pushed her quarry down, and kept it pinned against all its trashing.

still the white shape stole every other glance.