Moonspear the future is freaky ladies and gents

anyone!

Slavik's golden eyes couldn't be drawn away from his target, they followed the twitches of its bushy tail like a cat watching a laser pointer. He'd stalked the squirrel for fun, but he'd gotten to the point where it was purely serious; when all his thoughts were of his prey and how to catch it. He'd stalked it without detection so far. The squirrel didn't have the slightest clue he was there, it just sat there, burying a nut for the winter.

His attack was sudden, he moved swiftly from his hiding place and rushed forwards, his jaws out stretched. The squirrel barely had time to think, before it was hanging limp in between his teeth. The large boy grinned, and looked around, half expecting someone to be there to compliment his form. He convinced himself that that was one of the best hunts he'd ever pulled off, it was swift and smooth and he'd made little mistakes. Nobody ever sees you at your best.