A majestic black dog stands in an autumn forest, bathed in golden sunlight, surrounded by fallen leaves.

The dog sat as still as a rock. His eyes were glimmering in the evening sunlight as he waited. Waited for his next meal to come running past so he could pounce, chase and capture. As he waited, the gentle wind ruffled his black fur - as black as the darkest night but as soft as silk. There was not a sound. His black nose twitched as scents wafted past his eager nose. Where was the next meal coming from. As he waited, he stretched his large, padded paws which made a crackling sound in the autumnal leaves. His tail gently swayed and his pointed ear were pricked and ready. See more