(This was written at request by another user.)
Claiming his Prey
The moon hung full and bright against a starless sky.
He stalked through the forest on light feet, gliding through the wood in a big grey blur. Man-scent hung heavy in the air, a smell too strong for his nose to ignore. How long he had been in these woods, he could not say. Too long, he thought. Too long without a pack or a mate.
He leapt into the tall evergreens, scanning the forest. His night-sight was as sharp as ever; he observed every living, breathing thing with a far-seeing eye. Creatures of all kinds roamed about his domain. Deer, rabbits, foxes, his four-legged brethren. Yet the human escaped his gaze.
The scent remained in his nostrils, the scent of sweat and fear and…perfume? He leapt down from his branch, kicking up leaves and dirt as he bounded further into the wood. The scent carried far, growing bolder as he grew closer to the source. He tasted it now, the man-scent. Sharp and acrid, salty and sweet all at once. His mouth watered, his hunger stirred. She was close.