Riven

She slithered from the water reluctantly; it was just too cold today. Water streamed off her scales as she slunk into the jungle. Before she had gone far, she leapt up into a tree. Her powerful claws helped her climb to a high branch. She draped herself across it and waited.
The sunlight soaked into her dark hide, warming her body through and through. While it worked, she closed her eyes. Bugs buzzed through the air around her creating a pleasant hum. All around her bird called to one another, harsh cries mingling with sweet melodies. The river was still within earshot and its ceaseless current splashed water on rocks. Once the sun had shifted further, she would be sure to lay out on a large smooth stone to better hear the water.
A quiver rippled up her branch and she opened one eye cautiously. A plump bird had landed nearby. Her dappled pattern had concealed her against the bark and it wasn't even aware of her. With a small smirk, she snorted a jet of misty air at it. It squawked and started, nearly falling from the branch before it remembered how wings worked. As it fluttered away, she looked around slowly. She was interested in something larger, even if that would've been easy prey.
Now that she was looking, she may as well enjoy the view. Leaves flicked in the light breeze, casting dancing patterns on the ground far below. The light flicked across the trunk too. What few leaves lay above her were almost glowing in the sunlight, their green all the more brilliant. They waved against the clear blue sky.
Something warm crept below her, drawing her attention. Moving her head slowly so as not to alert it, she looked down. Now that was something worthy to be prey. She tensed her muscles then pounced from her hiding place in plain sight.

Her hunting tactics are unconventional, but they suit her just fine.