She has the eyes of a hunter:
Feral, wild, full of life.
Eyes that have known victory
and have tasted defeat.
Eyes that have seen life pass
and have been the one to take it.
Eyes that have given life back
when it was not theirs to take.
Eyes that know when to adapt to surroundings
and when to make surroundings adapt to them.
Eyes that have faced fear and danger
with all the courage of a thousand soldiers
and eyes that have turned and fled
at the slightest hint of a storm.
Eyes that know a friend in a stranger
and a stranger in a friend.
Eyes that have cried for many reasons
and have smiled for many more.
She has the eyes of a hunter.
She has the eyes of the prey.