Predator stalks prey. Wind carries the scent; blood of the innocent slain mingles still with the stink of their murderer. Night's shadows, and the natural terrain conceals the predator as he draws closer. Breathing controlled, steps placed with infinite care and patience. Any slight sound the predator makes is masked by ambient noise and the prey's own sounds of walking, breathing, his heart beat. That night, for a brief moment, the murderer was amazed to learn just how stealthy a seven foot, six hundred pound Rhakhasha can be. A very brief moment.