A slight breeze whipped around the partially nude body of the predator.<br/>The prey shivered in the cold, misty air. It was scavenging for nuts, seeds, and other forms of nutrients. Small, sharp teeth nibbled and chewed on a dewy, white flower.<br/>The sky was grey and overcast, the monstrous trees blocking out what little sun came through. The ferns spread across the forest floor, covering up whatever secrets it may keep. Moss seemed to grow everywhere, covering the rocks and the bark of the trees. Tiny insects flitted around the leaves of the various plants, searching for who knows what.<br/>All was silent.<br/>The predators body heaved slowly with each controlled breath. Drops of moisture from the thick mist, clung to his skin. His yellow eyes shimmered with the cold calculations he was making, planning every step to catch his early morning breakfast.<br/>The prey perked its ears.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">hm?</span><br/>A small snap in the bushes alerted his meal, and it bolted off into the thick underbrush. A rush of frustration scorched his blood and rushed to his head. But before he could react to his anger, the culprit slowly stepped out of the low hanging ferns.<br/>It was a fox. Not just a fox, but a<span style="text-decoration: underline">silver</span>fox.<br/>Did he care? Not in the least. The predator leaped from the branch just above the fox, his moist skin now a thick, black pelt. His large paws slammed the fox's skull into the dirt, and his massive jaws crunched down on the neck. A small snap sounded, then once again, all was silent.<br/>Seconds later, the only sound was a lonely cricket, and the chewing of soft flesh and fur.