Something stalks you. (Its perspective)

Following the undisguised trail somebody has left in the plant-life of the forest, you silently stalk towards your prey, sniffing the air with every few steps on your path. Hunger is your only driving motivation, the smell of a living creature bringing you closer and closer to the careless wanderer.

You were a man once, but those memories are long in the past now, making it hard to think about those times. You don't really want to anyway, why would you want to remember when you were small and weak, when you could instead focus on the hunt. Over seven and a half feet tall, you're still vaguely shaped like a man, but your features are more animalistic, almost wolf-like, from your black full body fur, to your mutated facial and muscle structure. You think what you are now would disgust and terrify what you were long ago, but that doesn't matter to you now.

Finally, you lay eyes on your target. A young woman, the first you've seen in a long time. She seems to be travelling towards one of the many abandoned ranger stations, shivering, and with a determined look in her eyes. Squinting at her from your concealed position, you identify that she seems to have a large amount of metal on her body. This makes her unsuitable for your initial plan, but an exciting scent in the air gives you an idea for a different plan altogether. You bare your teeth on your approach, a glint of white in the darkness the only sign of your stalk, as you close the distance step by step, navigating the flora much more dextrously, quickly, and silently, than the woman before you.