Silverlight Terrace why don't your eyes see me

Electrified by the clouded stare of a big moonface, a small wolf cantered swiftly across the terrace, her eyes wide and salacious as she focused on the progress of her prey. It was a male wolf, young -- younger than her, she imagined -- with a coat of char and gunmetal, moving at his own churning pace in a direction perpendicular to her. Spider twitched to stop, dropping cat-like into a crouch as she entered the realm of his hearing; then she crawled forward in limber strides, threading through the silverlit grass like a silk-needle.

She reached a clearing in the garden-grass sea, bedded by a sheet of rock that looked to be in the young male's path. A good place to be noticed. Spider eased down, sphinx-like and ready to "casually" be happened upon.