[ WP ] A hunting story from the perspective of the prey

It smelled funny. I could n't quite put my finger on the exact scent, but it just smelled wrong. The scent was on the move. Whatever it was, it was living. I had three options: stay where I was, investigate the smell, or turn and leave these delicious berries. I sure as hell was n't doing the second one, and these berries sure were good. It's probably nothing anyway. 
 
 I was suddenly stopped from eating these sweet and juicy morsels when I heard something in the bushes rustle. Instinct kicked in and I whipped my head up. There I saw the unmistakable patch of white flesh, only known to one species. Man. 
 
 I bolted. I leaped from tree to tree, using the thick trunks as cover. My strategy paid off, as I heard the unmistakable twang of an arrow hitting the trunk. The thick resounding noise made me run faster. I was going to make it. I was in the blue! I had evaded-
