Firefly Ravine Moonlit Hunt

Zephyr trotted off into the woods, the usual bounce in his step ever present though he kept it light and quiet. Time to hunt. The ebony male loved the rush, the excitement, the power he felt from the hunt, especially larger prey. Hell, he loved anything that made his heart race and his paws burn. He fell into a stalk as he moved through the dark foliage, nearly blending into the shadows if not for his ivory socks and the snowy splash on his chest. The scent was stronger, fresher now. They grew closer, and Zephyr nearly went too far as he slipped around a bush and stopped at the edge of a small clearing. The tall brown deer were nested there, some awake and some asleep. The male held his tail up to signal a halt, hoping Depp saw before crashing into him and drawing attention.