He sprang through the branches. The green-gray world rushed past, a series of shadow as he rushed after the deer. The deer fled, leaping over shrubs and through tall grass. The hunter can hear the beating heart and the cracking brush and the harsh breathing, smell the hormones and sweat.
In one bound, he catches up. The deer kicks and struggles, but its slender legs are easily broken. With one sharp twist, he shatters the vertebrae. Without waiting for it to go limp, he rips flesh from the body.
A cloud passes over the moon. When it clears, the only sign of the carcass is a shattered skeleton atop a mound of yellowing skulls, and a noise that might be the wind.