Predatory eyes flickering wildly, the young hunter assumed a crouch, ready to spring at the intended target. The target had no idea he was being stalked by the shadowy, almost-human figure hiding just out of his vision.

The predator lined up with the target, waiting for the perfect opportunity. Ready to pounce on the victim and do what predators do best; And with razor-sharp claws held at the ready, one couldn’t doubt that this predator certainly had the upper hand.

Making not a sound, the animalistic figure edged a little closer. It would be easy; not a sound would be made, not an uninvolved...