Arrow Lake Down by the lake

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She had awareness he wasn't expecting. He ceased all movements, falling immediately to his stomach and staring forward with an unwavering gaze. He could see her from here. Shrubbery would envelope him. He could see her, but could she see him? He did not know, but he assumed she could not. Not unless she was peering hard.

What might a wolf do here?

How might they hide themselves in a way that is not cowardly? Perhaps he'd have done smarter to conceal his scent if she was a true hare and he was a wolf of true primal instinct. He'd stay here, is what he'd do. He'd wait for her to turn, or wait for her to approach. He'd be a trap, and she would be unsuspecting. If he was truly hunting her, a wolf of her species, and he was granted the opportunity to succeed, then he could only improve. Other fauna had no minds. They had no thoughts. Brainless, stupid beings, he thought.

So, he pictured her a hare or deer, one that would run at the sound of him. He is practicing with no intent to kill. He hardly knew his own intentions, apart from observing.