I follow the direction of the sound and look for prey along the way. I deliberately slowed down as I approached the sound. I started to learn to look around like Daley.
A fog gathered, blocking my view, and the starlight suddenly dimmed. My eyes could only see the dim shadows of the trees. Daley crept up on me. He leaned into my ear and whispered.
"Listen with your ears," he said.
I close my eyes and listen carefully. The noise was near, but I couldn't tell which way it was going. Daley tapped me on the shoulder and then looked right in front of me.
In the dark grass came the cry of an animal, followed by a barking dog. Then came the sound of a brief animal scuffle. My eyes were fixed on the sounds, and this time I was sure they were there.
Daley handed me his shotgun, which I carefully moved in the direction of the sound. Then a sudden night breeze blew over my ear. The cold wind cut into my neck and made me feel a chill.
