A scent in the air,
a shiver across fur.
Closer to the target,
metallic taste in mouth.
Creeping slowly, eyes glinting.
Calm, peaceful scene,
soon to be changed.
Gentle breeze, hint of dark.
Roaming, unaware,
innocent life, innocent hunger.
Closer still to the target.
A slight stumble over stone,
sudden awareness, panic.
Let loose, bursting forward,
energy unleashed.
No time to run,
eyes grow dark.
Eyes gleam with success,
and the taste of first blood.
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