the mist was still swirling amongst the trees and he had momentarily lost sight of his quarry once more in the nebulosity of the white smoke screen and the tangle of dense ground cover , but art had been confident of his initial sighting : the animal that he had glimpsed had stood at least three feet from the ground at the shoulder , it had been moving swiftly , was the classic golden-brown colouring of all the mountain lions he had ever seen in photographs .