The caress of the moonlight white on his stripes, cutting past shadows of life trembling in the breeze. Hushed steps pad through, deeper into dusk. Into the heart of the forest. Hair whispers against the bark, the ferns. A soft breath, a glimpse of desire sighted beyond the foliage. A rasping of the tongue against hips lips, his bite. The hunter prowling the night crouches. He will have his kill.