Silent as a breath of fresh air.

Ardhel wandered over the hills, bathed in moonlight and the deep and beautiful silence of the night. She spotted a young buffalo, yes!, she thought this was perfect! She had not eaten in a day and she was hungry. She could take down this thing easily, a young, slow, buffalo caught unawares was perfect prey.

She crept up behind a smaller knoll, and then, slowly began to creep to the top. She pounced and landed atop the buffalo, it was startled but instantly she sunk her jaws into its side. It fell and she jumped down and began to rake at it with her claws, she was a vicious hunter. Her paws, stained with the red liquid finally found an important organ, and the buffalo went still.

The blood began to flow onto the ground, looking black in the moonlight. She sank her jaws into the flesh, warm and fresh. Her muzzle stained with a successful hunt, she kept feeding.