The dark shape slunk threw the shadows, ears perked forward to catch any stray sounds and mouth opened slightly, tongue hanging out to catch any stray scents. The animal glanced around as a pang of hunger hit its stomach hard, reminding it of its mission.
A distant sound caught the beasts attention, causing it to turn in that direction. It was obviously the sound of something young, and most likely tasty, in distress. As much as the animal hated hunting young ones like that, it was the cycle of life, dictating that it would eat whatever it could find.
The cries of the infant animal started slowly getting louder and louder as the predator homed in on it, soon causing the animal to shake its head slightly in an attempt to clear the loud, piercing wail from its sensitive ears.
A couple more steps and light could be seen up ahead through the thick foliage, and an opening that lead to a clearing became visible. It crept up to the edge of the undergrowth and peered out, letting its light-sensitive eyes adjust to the brightness.
In the center of the clearing sat an infant two-leg, bawling its eyes out loudly. It was nothing more than a snack for the animal, but at this point anything would do until it could secure a real meal for itself.
It carefully crouched down, preparing to leap out and kill the young one in one pounce, its muscles tensing and claws extending. Once it decided it was sufficiently prepared it leaped out, landing ontop of the two-leg and snapping its delicate little neck with one swing of its paw, finally silencing the irritating cries.
Once it was sure its meal wasn't going to escape it picked it up in its mouth and turned back to the darkness, running back into it quickly. All that could be seen by the mother who had just burst into the clearing was the blurred form of a great cat departing.
