*Work in Progress*

A growl deep beneath the ground signals it is feeding time. The creature stirs, feeling hunger pangs down in the pit of its stomach so the need to feed on fresh kill is the only thing that matters now.  Shifting in its lair would seem an easy task, but large fangs snag surrounding debris which makes maneuvering harder than it should be.  Emerging from the burrow brings it into the full moonlight as a soft breeze blows across the opening.  There are scents in the air that raise the hackles on the back of its neck, and the smells are all-too familiar.  It seems that they are close, and now the predator has just become the prey.