By Donna L Martin
The snow felt cold under his paws, not exactly chilling his skin, but caking between his claws and sticking to his fur. He didn't really mind the snow. In fact, he preferred it. It allowed him to blend in with his surroundings. That was his advantage in the woods, that ability to become unseen until it was too late. Even his eyes were as cold as the air around him. Icy blue like the cold-blooded hunter he was.
Sasha rose to his feet, shuddering to send snowflakes flying from his back to settle into the indention left in the snow. Ears tilted forward, he sniffed the air for the scent again. It was closer now and his heart beat in rhythm to the footsteps he sensed heading in his direction. He had smelled that scent before, had even seen the human from a distance. It was years ago, but Sasha never forgot the cold black eyes staring at him from behind the gun. He was lucky that time. He managed to get away. This time would be different. This time he was ready. Ready for the age-old dance between the hunter and the hunted.
***Now it's your turn. What happens next? Will Sasha meet his fate head on or will he fade into the forest and hide? Join in the fun with a sentence or a paragraph. You don't have to run with my flash fiction...if someone else comments and you want to add to their story, then go for it. Let's see where this picture prompt takes us!***