The flickering of a rather solid-seeming shadow through the trees. A large buck turns around quickly, his steely gaze trying to focus on the shadow. No luck...his chest heaves as he breathes heavily--

he is hunting.

He hears a twig snap from behind him, and the fluttering of birds wings let him know that it is close. He had been chasing a rabbit, and he had lost it through a thicket. His legs were cut from thorns in the thicket, and as he stood with a wide stance, staring into the trees, there was a rushing of air, and he spun about again, his tail whipping around. The large buck snorted angrily, the cool morning air created steam with his hot breath. His gaze pierced the trees, seeking the source of this tricky shadow and all went silent.

All he could hear was the sound of his breath and the pounding of his heart, pumping blood through his body. He felt scared. He never felt scared...something wasn't right. His steely gaze turned to fear as there was a crunching of leaves and just the slightest breeze to ruffle his tail fur:

His world went black as the creature he had lost to the shadows gripped him in death...the hunter became the hunted, by a Leopard...


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