Silent Hunter
While his paws slid cross the forest his shape mold into every tree not the slightest sound of nature like a shadow you cannot see
Glowing eyes his head straight low he prowles and seaches for his prey listening in for any rustle for a poor sould that might stray
Finally his muscles tensing pressing firmly to the ground his claws retracted eyes like fires prey he searched and prey he found
Leaping forward, clawing ruthless awful sounds of breaking bone finally the sounds are dying like a forest left alone