Razor

Razor moved silently through the forest. As he walked, his sharp eyes darting about for any sign of danger. His ears twitched at the sound of rustling leaves ahead and he swiftly changed course towards it.

As he got closer, he could see that it was just a rabbit scurrying away from him. With a sigh, he continued down the path they were both on.

Suddenly, something caught his attention. A figure clad in a red cloak walking down the pathway with a basket filled with food.