Feeling jumpy

Kotori stalked his prey with the silence that came only through long-time experience and frequent practice.  It had rained recently and the scent was more diluted than normal.  Frogs, crickets, and a medley of birds were a backdrop of information that was mostly ignored.

Kotori’s interest was in the white-tailed deer.  He spotted the doe chewing on the grasses in between two trees.  Every time the branches swayed the deer would jerk up her head and look about before lowering her head once more.  She was fidgety, jumping at shadows and that was the sort of deer that lived longer than most.

Kotori watched her for a bit then slowly moved forward.  She might have tricks that came from the experience of her own and he’d not underestimate it.  There was a gray on her muzzle that came from age and yet her body still seemed in good form.  Well, even the best prey eventually ran out of luck, especially as it got older.

"Kotori Fatalis"