Unfortunatly for Cuan, I happened to be out at the moment, and swirled through the lake. Now and again small ripples would be seen above, but never so much as a fin, never a trail, to show signs of my massive body below. This lake had been my territory for nearly a thousand years, and I was well versed in how to remain hidden within it. My great jaws spread as I rushed through a school of fish, swallowing them up to the last, and sending a small meal to my great belly. The swallowed water softly rushed out of my gills, not the liability which it was to some amphibious species. However, up above, I sensed something else. A small vibration, and a presence greater then the fish I had been snacking on. Eagier for a real meal, I rushed upward. At first it was tempting to simply swallow the boat by surprise, but I decided against it, instead I elected for a bit of fun, and surfaced, only a short distance in front of it.