It had been several moons since Susurro had last been forced to meet someone in his wanderings, which had the effect of drastically improving his mood. Since staying in one place hadn't worked as far as avoiding people (he did still have to hunt) he'd started roaming around. From scrubland to desert to plains and forest and back again he'd gone, and he'd returned to the plains, where food was more plentiful, but there was still so much space. The forest had badly unnerved the dark leopard, with so many trees so close together.
He was hunting now, looking for a creature that was about to die. When he was younger, the leopard had felt guilty about bringing death upon those he hunted, but his ability wasn't something he could just ignore. Susurro had eventually come to the realization that all things were predestined, that he saw imminent death in his prey because it was that creature's destiny to die that he might eat and live another day.
Sometimes he didn't see anything to hunt. Sometimes he didn't see any prey that was about to die, and so he passed by those animals.
That too was life.
A hint of movement caught the leopard's attention and he began to stalk this new potential prey, trying to get a good look and See if this would be his next meal.