As the Shadowclaw vanished into thin air, a shroud of uncertainty descended upon the world surrounding Erik. A lurking predator, invisible to the naked eye, haunted the forest's depths, its presence lingering in the air. With muscles taut and senses honed, the young hunter remained alert, attuned to the slightest disturbance in the surrounding area.
Erik maintained his composure despite his racing heart, which he managed to control. Realizing the Shadowclaw's ability to vanish from sight, he understood that depending solely on his eyesight would prove detrimental. He refrained from any movement and focused his senses on the slightest signals, intently listening for the rustling of leaves and shifts in the air.
"Keep your focus, Erik. Utilize your intuition. You can succeed," he said to himself.