Attack

The wind is sighing through my fur.
Leaves stir under my paws as I test the 
     Ground for footing.
Prey is stirring as we sit silently waiting.
A howl is heard ringing through the forest.
 
Heart racing I leap to my paws.
Finally a signal for attack.
I raise my muzzle into the air and howl.
My paws pound the ground as I leap into
     Action.
 
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