Leal lowered herself into a crouching position noiselessly, the crackles of stone and dirt rubbing below her paws barely audible, even for her own ears. She fixed a calm gaze on her target, and kinked her tail over her back, not allowing it to drag into the dirt. Then, after a final check on her initial quietness, her prey’s position, and her chances of success, she put her hunt into action.
It wasn’t much action in the beginning. Gliding precariously over the grass as if it might shatter at a moment’s notice underneath her, sending her plummeting through the earth and never seen or heard from again, Leal slowly crept down, struggling to keep her silence among the prickly leaves and tiny stones that could as easily grind against her paws. From her experience, most prey had fairly good hearing, and could practically sense that something was quickly approaching. Now, why did she focus so much on this hunt, anyways? To impress the rest of the lions? Because of her own hunger and sharpened senses? Maybe, because that this was such a good day for hunting that she cannot afford to miss? Maybe a combined three. All she could see is the calf she had selected earlier, now more bouncy than ever. It was a short distance from the rest of the herd, who looked too occupied in their feeding to notice one of its missing. Holding back a grunt of disgust, (what parents don’t look after their cubs?) the lioness shimmied her way down the path, allowing a small movement of the whisker, a twitch, to get rid of the stillness and anticipation that seemed to overhang her head like the drearily-hot sky overhead.
((Just a little side note here, I’m sorry everyone has to put up with my absence. I’ll try to stay more committed, and if this does not belong, please don’t hesitate to tell me. Once again, I apologize. D':))
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