The Heartwood With an Angel's Face

Amalia listened closely, her eyes darting to the spot he had pointed out. She would blend in well there. And she always relished a challenging hunt. She hadn't been the best hunter, until she had been on her own. Then it became commonplace for her to chase the smaller creatures.

Sounds like a plan.

She moved forward and into position, body low to the ground, her black pelt dipping into the shadows, green eyes alight ont he nearby foliage, Body poised and ready to leap from the small spot.