Broken Boulder As long as I am not a butt worm

Steele watched for a few moments as a couple of pheasants came into his sights. Just as they came into view his eyes locked on them, watching their every move. His body instinctively lowered to the ground so they wouldn’t see him. To even have a chance to get one he would have to get a bit closer and so he inched forward slowly. 

Within just inches of the pheasants he waited until they were pecking at the ground. That would be the perfect timing to pounce and end ones life. It was a few moments later that felt like an eternity when he did it, he pounced. It felt like he was going slow motion through the air every time he pounced for a kill. His jaws opened wide ready to grab the neck of the pheasant, and as he came down he felt it in his mouth. Adrenaline went rushing through his body as the poor pheasant struggled for only mere seconds before going limp. 

He walked led up to the pearly woman and set it on the ground. Steele gave her a gaze, dipped his head and started back to paradise garden. It was a place he wanted to visit and now since nothing was holding him back, he could do that now.