Ahh, but who was the hunted, really? And the hunter? On a fateful night such as this, it was difficult to tell. For the other presemt certainly was not prey - no, this was an apex predator, deadly in the night, tracking by scent, sight, and sound.
The Dragon assassin known as Kranath sat literally right above the wolf creature, scenting him just as surely as the other was him. The scent was odd, a mix of man and beast both, and he could sense the same sort of primal, dark power that he had within himself.
This was a monster, truly.
Completely soundlessly, Kranath dropped from his seat in the tall tree, having previously been hidden in its vee. He landed very lightly, dropping nearly to his hands and knees.
Very slowly, he stood, reaching back and silently sliding his wakizashi from its sheath, the only evidence being the soft, barely perceptible sound of crystal against perfectly smooth, polished wood.
He prepared himself to creep forward, ready for any evidence the creature was aware of his presence. In the darkness, fiercely sharp red eyes were glowing, hot and burning.
The night smelled of blood. Oh....it was wondrous.