The buck hesitantly stepped out from the edge of the woods into the open clearing, stopping short of the twin tracks that ran the length of this open space. Looking to his left he spied two very tall structures some distance away on either side of these strange tracks. The buck studied the structures while odd thoughts went through his mind, as if in some way he should know what they were. Instinctively the buck knew the area surrounding them was safe and that is where he must go. Bending down the buck sniffed at the gravel that made up both tracks, snorting at the dust his breathing had caused. As he began walking across the gravel his hooves crunched loudly in the quiet night. Frightened at the noise he was making the buck froze, listening to the sounds of the forest, for the predator he had been running from since evenings start.
Further up along the tree line the predator cocked its ears in concentration, what was that sound, was it the prey? Slowly rising, the female cougar