Crystel clear eyes looming out from the underbrush.
Snow slides from the branches above.
A soft ploom of white and a crunching sound were the only things to be seen or heard throughout the forest.
Slowly, never taking her eyes off the target, she creeps forward.
The fawn hasn't noticed.
It's still nuzzling in the snow drift looking for the branches under.
Smooth muscles ripple as the hunter locates her point of impact.
In one smooth arch she has launched herself at her pray.
It's too late for the tiny fawn.
She doesn't know what has hit her and probably never will.
The huntress has succeeded.
Her family will feast tonight.
Crystel clear eyes looming out from the underbrush.
Snow slides from the branches above.
A soft ploom of white and a crunching sound were the only things to be seen or heard throughout the forest.
Slowly, never taking her eyes off the target, she creeps forward.
The fawn hasn't noticed.
It's still nuzzling in the snow drift looking for the branches under.
Smooth muscles ripple as the hunter locates her point of impact.
In one smooth arch she has launched herself at her pray.
It's too late for the tiny fawn.
She doesn't know what has hit her and probably never will.
The huntress has succeeded.
Her family will feast tonight.