Glowing Blue-green Eyes

The breaths were shallow..... they emerged as the steam we see in such cold temperatures. There was no movement, it knew it was being hunted. There was stillness in the air, both men listening, straining to listen. Nothing...nothing at all, you could hear your own breath and heartbeat, you dared not move or russtle, you had to find it. It was there, somewhere near, and it knew you were hunting it. The night was black, the moon only on the horizon, just appearing, it would be an hour at least before it would give any apreciable moonlight. You had to find it, and you had to do it now, there was no more time, the towns people could not take another attack, they were living in fear. There had been sightings, or at least witnesses imaginations taken as proof by the great many in fear. Level heads were fiew, the mob mindset had grown out of this fear, people would have attacked anything in the brush that moved, it was becoming dangerous, it was out of control.