Hideaway Strath In my room sitting back all alone

Meant for @Fury alone. 

This thread is meant to be brief, however, posts needn't be shortened nor hastened due to its intentions. Be as detailed and creative as you like! 

A misplaced soul. Once tender — but now, no longer so. 

Coldness. Stillness. Doused in an unforgettable stench, be it torn flesh carried or death itself.

Darkness thickens like fog with every moment, surrounding the desired with a heavy cloak. No step shall be unheard unwillingly, each taken with great diligence. 

Well concealed among the branched silhouettes, a mortal lurks. A transient sighting is feasible, intended in the slightest for one pair of eyes alone. 

These eyes belong to another sought for a time untold. Long have they been observed, but never approached. They are not yet meant to know who watches. They will not know who watches. All in due time.

All in due time...

Fury was sleeping in the mouth of her and her children's den as the intruder stalked throughout her to-do lands. 
Her pups, in the depths of the den behind her, unseen, safe. 

The sixth sense of being watched soon began to gnaw at her, and the more she attempts to have brushed it off, the stronger it became. 

So Fury opened her eyes and looked around with ears, nose, and eyes alert. 

Then she saw him. 

Her personal nightmare, standing in the shadows. She couldn't see much of his outline, but those eyes...

She knew those eyes. 

And she froze. 
For the longest span of moments, she froze, eyes locked on his. 

The world was still, too still. 
As if holding its breath... 

The fear and recognition then lit into hatred and rage like a lighter flame to gasoline. 
Fury lunged into a charge from her nestled position in the mouth of her den. 
Intention: Seek, and DESTROY

There was no solace in the golden stare the shadow had to offer.

It had been known from the start that they being watched would not dream of letting the lurker disappear unscathed. Thus, only one would remain.

Once assured something had been seen, the cloaked mortal tread far, prudent of every hastened step. They could not catch up.

It was not time... 

Patience. A single thought. A simple plea to the pale pursuer.

Fury made to pursue, and succeeded only about twenty yards before she tripped over a raised bit of tree root, sending her sprawling in a messy flurry to the ground as the intruder got away.

By the time she got up again, there was no trace left to follow, and so, hesitantly, she made back to her children and curled up within the depths of the den, protectively curled around them.

She would not sleep the rest of that night.