The forest was tranquil and silent, the scent of humid poison in the air and poison plants on the ground was unlike anywhere else in the world. But even in a place as dangerous like this, a predator still stalked his prey, his every move silent as he observed the prime rules of hunting, it didn't matter what such of terrain he found himself he was still able to bring out the beast in him.
He kept himself low to the ground, a deep rumble dancing behind his throat as he felt the soft earth beneath his paws, his claws glinting under the canopy of poison trees. His prey or rather preys were all gathered around a small pond drinking to their fill, not at all worried about the danger that slowly stalked them.
