Hunted

Silent paws creep silently across the freezing grass. The icy scent in the air is the only guide that the starving creature has. A warm creature is nearby, ready to be eaten. The stalking creature knows the danger, but desperation overules it. Closer to the source of the scent, stomach tight and twisted. Lips begin to draw back in a silent snarl, revealing a row of white teeth. The prey is very near. The hunter can see it now.
A young girl shivers in the cold of the night. She wishes to finish her chores quickly, so she can go back inside and sit by the blazing fire. Impatiently, she waits for the lazy chickens to go inside their coop, so she can lock them in. While no chickens had been killed by wild animals for years now, it was still a slight threat. Clucking at the plump, silly creatures, she began to herd them, feeling colder by the second. Above her, the full moon rose higher in the frozen air.
The scent of warm blood was now floating towards the hunter. It took all he had to not rush out there and then. But he had to wait, had to be a little bit closer before charging. The frail looking prey would come down easily and would make a great meal.
Locking up the coop, the girl turned around, but then froze. She had seen something, a swift movment, a glimmer of eyes, hidden in the bushes. She stared intently into the bushes, waiting for the creature to appear.
Appear the hunter did. He leapt out of the bushes and hurtled towards the girl. Hunger now led him completely and he gave no thought as to what he did. All he knew was that the girl was prey and would soon be eaten. He leapt at her throat, teeth ready.
The girl didn't scream. But all of a sudden, the girl wasn't there anymore. Instead, a large wildcat stood there. Without a moment's hesitation, the cat attacked the wolf, tearing with both teeth and claws. The surprised wolf never stood a chance and within seconds, his worries were forever over.
The girl stood, gazing over the ripped apart remains of the wolf. She looked back at the chicken coop, where the chickens were all panicking at the sound of the fight.
"You're safe for now, you silly things. Be quiet." She said to them, and then, after wiping her hands free of blood on the the cold grass, she turned and walked away from the body of the wolf.