The devil may cry

@Starling
A shadow slipped through the snow, delighting in the gathering darkness. Cold silver eyes, as frigid as the snow beneath them, gleamed in the night. Muzzle was stained red from a recent kill, and lingering traces of lust were still present in the brute.

Crescendo stopped when a light scent hit the male. Female. His favorite. The raven that Crescendo had acknowledged as his stalker was perched, stooped on a low lying branch. It's beady eyes stared at Crescendo before winging it's way over and perching on his back. Crescendo flicked his ear in recognition, and it settled into his thick fur. Silver eyes scanned for the female, wondering if she was nearby.

He would wait.