Something caught the Lioness' wandering eye:
Several of the Antelope mothers were herding their offspring amongst the herd as they seeme to be moving on again. The Calves wobbled back onto their legs and ambled into the sea of brown, becoming as invisible as the Cat who watched. One mother, however, was still nudging quite forcefully at her baby trying to get it to stand. The Calf tried with all it's might to pick itself up but each time it fell back down with a squeal of bitter pain. Seemingly, the Calf was injured in some way, preventing escape...not even it's mother could help it now...
No need for stalking, Toralu burst from cover, snarling fiercly. The mother Antelope reared, braying in fright as it forced itself to flee and abandon it's baby. Toralu set herself upon the baby instantly, grabbing it by the throat and squeezing it tightly. There was no sense it giving the youngster a pro-longed, painful death. Short and painless was better, and it seemed to make the meal taste better, too.






