The eyes, bright like torches, pierced the dark night.
The pitch black fur of the hound, camouflaged the dead of darkness.
Standing still as stone, she hunted her prey recklessly.
Her ears were perked. She licked her lips, and curiously eyed the new moon.
Her legs were strong. Her legs were still. She did not move a muscle.
Her ears were perked. Her eyes were bright. Which animal will die tonight?