The Hunting by bobsuggs
Who seeks who? Or are they both moving with an ere of caution. The ground gives way to the weight of taloned feet. The water ripples, perhaps trembling with the knowledge of what is to come. Sun light pierces the wooden canopy and lands on something in motion. She waits, for it to pass or for an opportunity to strike. This is the moment, this is the place and it is the Hunting.