Adrian P.O. V
I hid behind a frost-covered branch, carefully watching as my prey, the fleet-footed mountain goat, struggled to find food under the snow.
I didn't have a long list of things I was good at, but when it came to hunting, back home and out here in the wild, I hadn't come across anyone who surpassed my ability.
As soon as it stopped to lick the snow off its fur, I immediately sprang into action, my paws barely leaving behind a footprint as I ran with high speed, the wind rushing past my face.
I was so sure I had the upper hand; the mountain goat was already cornered, right where I wanted it, and there was absolutely no way anything could go wrong, or so I thought.
Just as I was about to make my killing move, my body seemed to hesitate, and I stumbled, my paws sliding out
