From "IDENTITY" (peak #2)

Atlanta sat not moving an inch, without breathing, or making a single sound. Not even a beat of a heart. It was if she wasn’t even there. Her prey, only a few feet away, lazily wandered the forest. If she inhaled, the smell of flesh would fill her, more specifically though, the blood would call to her. The sound of its heartbeat pounded in her ears like a drum of an Indian tribe.

Thump thump...thump thump.

It would only be moments until it would be close enough to take. Embrace. Drink. Just the thought made her throat hot and dry. She swallowed. Only a few more seconds.

Thump thump…thump thump.

It was time. Atlanta leapt from her position in the tree, and landed in front of her prey.