Dark shadows streaked across the clearing, making jagged slices across the leaf-mulch. Up above, through the thick canopy of the forest, the moon shown and the stars twinkled alongside it. Night had fallen and encased the forest in its ebony grasp. Only the sound of the faint yet consistent breathing of the black-furred rogue showed signs of life, but even that would be ended soon.
If she had known what the future would be for her, maybe she would have done things very differently. Maybe things wouldn't have even turned out the same way in the end; maybe she would be able to prevent her murder.
There was only one thing she could here and feel before the murderer struck; a sickly, strangely hollow sense of mixed peace and foreboding.