Bright Claw (Sc.1)

A lost creature’s heart is easy to follow. It thunders almost as loudly as its feet, in full flight. Its scent is heavy with the salt of fear and a predator can nearly taste it as the chase goes on. As the prey looks about, hesitating in its escape, the glint of its eyes in the dark keeps its hunters close. Like the light of the full moon, the prey’s every effort is a beacon.