The night was still and dark. No animal stirred in the undergrowth or between the tall, open pines. A hot breeze blew through, stirring the plants. Something else moved, too. Emerging from the shadow of a large rocky outcrop, his red eyes shifted left and right. His target was somewhere within these woods, and the beast would find him. He’d never once failed to hunt down a target.
Long, silver shafts from the moon, Alpha, slanted through the trees and provided light for the prowling creature as he stalked from the outcrop into the tall pines. His long body moved silently through the trees, his dark black scales blending in with the shadows. He kept his large wings folded to not disturb the branches above him, even though he was certain his prey was already aware he was coming. He raised his crocodilian snout to the air and took a deep breath.
His prey was close. Very close.