King Elk Forest All of you a verb in perfect view

He tensed at the sound of paws crunching softly against snow. Stealthily, he lifted up from the ground and moved into the shadows; he was well hidden there, and it allowed him to watch whoever might be approaching without making himself vulnerable. Years of practice had him relaxing his muscles and slowing his heart rate, focusing all his energy on taking in his surroundings. Now all he had to do was wait.

She stepped into a trickling beams if moonlight, and at first, he thought he was seeing things. He hadn't expected to find her at all, let alone by complete accident. But now she was walking towards where he was hidden. Still unsure of his own eyes, he watched a little longer before his large form slowly stepped out from the shadows. She hadn't quite reached him yet, so he paused and waited to see recognition on her face. For a moment, he wondered if she would even remember him. Their time had been so short, and he had no idea if he had made the same impression on her as she had on him. Maybe he was chasing a feeling that was completely one-sided. 

His breath was even and slow as he watched her, but his heart beat faster in chest—for some reason, he couldn't control it. His expression was blank as he waited, afraid to leak any emotion until he knew if she remembered him.