The forest is still and calm
The stream flows smoothly
Light dapples through the tree branches
The wind blows gently
I rest

Then the scent is upon me
Fresh, innocent flesh
Sinew and blood pulsing in youthful exertion
Energy fills my veins
I move

The underbrush attempts to tear my flesh
My flesh yields not
The prey senses my pursuit and attempts to flee
But its scent is too strong
I follow

My prey veers into the open
New scents confound me
Yellow spots of light blind my sight
All is silent
I wait

There is a rustle to my right
And I charge
The prey flees from my slash
Running back into the wood
I run

The prey slows, it feet fail it
My claws slash at weakened flesh
My teeth flash in the darkened wood
Muscle and tendon are devoured
I hunt