Prey

I had just gotten comfortable in my hiding spot, rifle trained on the food pile in the clearing, when I heard it.

It was a growl, not one I recognised, and it sounded like it was to my right.

I weighed up the probably of alerting my prey vs my need to know, and after a second, I slowly turned my head to the right.

Nothing was there, or at least nothing I could see.

I slowly began to turn my head back to the front when I felt my rifle being pressed into the ground.

The fight was short.