In the silence of the night, a few more syllables. I gave the silhouette one notch left on the scope, and two up before placing my finger on the cold steel trigger.
“Target confirmed.”

It was the biggest I’d ever seen, certainly. A hundred kilos and more of rippling muscle, silver fur and savage violence. The clouds gave for just a moment, bathing the whole scene in wondrous light, and I took the shot. It was startlingly loud, the explosive report coming back over and over to proclaim the act. I kept my eyes trained on the target, waiting patiently for a result.

Silver met silver in the moonlight, and the job was done.

“Silversmith to Queen Mary, mission accomplished. The alpha male is down.”
“Fantastic work, boys. Head on home.”