Phantom Hollow Gaze at me instead

she stalked.

the mist clung to her like a second coat. her statuesque muzzle slid away curtains of moss.

there.

a bobcat. 

likewise on the hunt. 

she stilled.

the feline was searching for something. it found it in the underbrush, ears facing forward. 

the cat crouched, stepped softly, a minute between each.

she struck.

the feline's terrified scream sliced. the deadwood stirred with a moment of sacrilegious noise. it continued as hunter with each second lost the advantage of ambush.

the yowling cat and growling dog fought for life and meal.