Viper Strike

Redrum's golden eyes narrowed as he tracked the movements of the deer through the dense undergrowth. He crouched low to the ground, his red fur blending seamlessly with the earthy tones of the forest floor (he had slathered mud into his coat) as he moved with calculated stealth.

His heart pounded with anticipation, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he closed in on his quarry. A runners high, if you will. He knew that this would be no easy feat, but he was determined to prove he could hunt a deer down much easier now. Even at his young age.

With precision, Redrum positioned himself downwind of the deer, ensuring that his scent would not betray his presence. He waited patiently, his muscles coiled, as he prepared to spring into action at the perfect moment.

The deer he had his eye on grazed peacefully, unaware of the predator lurking.