Cricket Creek Bog you'll get it in the next life,

His hunt had turned upon her, but it was not with a ferociousness. He was not here to wield teeth and claw upon her. He meant only to track her as if this was his greatest hunt yet.

Along the edge of the pool he crawled, closer and closer. His long legs made delicate creeping movements befitting something more eldritch and less wolven.

If she moved, he was prepared to position himself to point towards her trail.