Blood. Thick crimson liquid. It covers me like I seep of it. I had made a kill, one of luck and of ease from a dying doe who injured her leg and was unable to tread the snow. One injury is all it takes. That was all I needed to snap my teeth around her neck with ease and steal her life. It was too easy, and not a particularly satisfying fight, but I got my fill- and I got my blood.

My form is soaked from head to toe. I had rolled in it, allowing it to cake around my neck and chest in particular. I smelled strong and sweet. It was night, and the moon was high on this winter's eve. Twilight had long set and the world attempted to slumber. I sought to wander into the grotto, to perhaps tempt some unexpected wanders to wander in and speak in whispers where my ears may hear. I know the blood would cover my own scent, as well as my appearance.

I moved swiftly before the sun fell, and I had been waiting among the shadows of the grotto. I found a spot nice and quiet, but still connected to the main caves. My paw prints could be seen in the areas of dirt that lead up to the rock of which I jumped upon. A beam of moonlight reveals a few of this prints from the broken rubble that is the cave's roof. I do not linger far, and not a drop of light falls upon my form reddened. It is not just blood that coats my form, but bits and pieces of mud. I am not clean in these moments, and I find it somewhat uncomfortable, but this is what I must do.

So I sit upon haunches and wait. I wait in the darkness with the beam of moonlight not far. I am well concealed though. So well concealed, and this spot is confusing. I had spread the scent all around in the darkness, and no direction could really tell where I had gone with the darkness as a veil. This area also had a unique property which I discovered by accident- that sounds appear to come from all angles if not paid careful attention to. A mind not strictly fixated on it would waiver- and lets us face it, many are not sharp of their wits at all times. And thus I wait, silently with hardly even a breath, to see who might stumble upon my little game this night.