His breath was so quiet, almost imperceptible even to himself. It might sound a bit exaggerated, but that was always his approach when stalking his prey.
The forest's silence was accompanied by the loud yet gentle chirping of birds, creating a perfect symphony that enveloped the sss.
He'd lost track of how many hours he had spent there, lying prone on the ground, covered by bushes, watching every tiny movement of his prey through the crosshair of his Browning X-Bolt—2.
It was a Brocket Deer, standing about three and a half feet tall, with long, branching antlers, making it look sturdy and an admirable hunting target.
But the longer he watched, observing how the deer voraciously ate grass while nervously glancing around for potential predators lurking in the silence, made him rethink pu
