Shadewood His hair's on fire and his heart is burning

Cry kept the summer's bane shaded irises on the calm doe who shredly picked at the refreshing leaves of the nearest shrubs, the fawn she was keeping in tote watching with oblong eyes how to devour the foliage. Just as the fawn took a break from the lesson, it bent at necks height to refresh itself in the lightly passing stream of a calmer river.

Something nagged him from his watch, his claws flexing and deflexing the soft loam under him. What was the irritance? His void colored auds flicked southwest, the left hovering on a single sound that branched off into another fume of sounds. His brow furrowed as he began to analyze the situation.

If he left the spot, he might spook the prey too soon, and the meal would be lost. If he stayed, whatever was getting closer would spook the prey, and the hunt would be lost.
Either way, his chances were being damned.

He couldn't move, as his concealment was prized right before the set of Cervidae, and deer detected unnatural motion with a terrifying prowess. Cry simple had to wait until they were comfortable enough, for the little fawn to be a bit too far from the protective heel of her mother...
And then, she would be his.