Her prey, distracted by something trivial, does not notice as she creeps ever closer. She wants to get as close to her target as she can before plunging in. One mistake here could turn her from pred to prey in the blink of an eye. Her prey shifts uncomfortably, tears streaming down its face as she looms behind, her fleshy pink maw extended. Her prey shivers, probably wondering to itself where it went wrong, maybe it should have checked the trees more carefully before trying to snare that Hellhound? How could something that size sneak up behind her so easily? Was it going to hurt a lot?
She arcs herself, held in tense loops and coils.above the bawling huntress.
Then with lightning precision, a deadly hunter becomes fresh meat for a giant, hungry Firesnake.