@tajmillane: The lion moved silently through the tall, golden grass, his amber eyes fixed on a grazing antelope in the distance. Every step was slow and careful as he kept low to the ground, using the swaying grass as cover. His muscles tensed beneath his fur, and his tail remained still. The antelope had no idea that danger was creeping closer. With patience and focus, the lion waited for the perfect moment to strike. @Kaidyn