Now he was in his element. It was nighttime, and the forest was quiet. He quickly followed the ranger's scent trail; it wasn't difficult. The ranger was pumping out massive amounts of fear pheromones, and he followed it easily. It was like a giant beacon in the night air.
He didn't make a sound running through the forest; his paws always found that perfect spot that wouldn't crunch when his weight hit.
It didn't take him long before he caught up to the ranger. He slowed down to a crawl, slipping behind a massive pine tree to keep out of sight. The ranger had a flashlight out and was frantically waving it around.
Dagomarus slipped from tree to tree, staying about twenty-five paces behind him. The ranger never heard him.
