<div class="floatleft">(http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/4125/calypsawolf03.jpg)</div><em>Tracks. And they're fresh.</em>Calypsa studied them with her nose to the ground. The scent was fairly strong, so her prey couldn't be too far away; she slowly closed the gap between the source and herself. Finally, she could hear a slight rustling up ahead, and the scent was even stronger here. Calypsa hid in the underbrush and waited for the beast to move into her view.<br/><br/>There it was, a young doe, and it was already alerted to her presence. Calypsa crouched still in the foliage, her eyes fixated on the deer. She readied herself to charge it, body quivering with anticipation of the kill.