The rustling of branches startles me as I pick my way carefully through the undergrowth. I look behind and see the small creature watching me with trepidation. He need not worry. I have no interest in him. My prey is much larger. It won’t be long now. I just need a little patience. These things can’t be rushed. Soon he will appear. As the moon rises from its sleeping place, his crepuscular routine will be his death knell. My food awaits me. I wait, my body poised to leap. He can not escape the hunting skills of this fox.
This story is written as part of a photo prompt for 100 word flash fiction from the wonderful Madison Woods. See her blog on wordpress.