[ WP ] A calculated killer approaches his goal ...


 The winds rushing through the alert alert me with the scent. I am still. I am placid, waiting for the proper moment, hiding my powerful frame in the tall grass. Briefly, I lick upon my lips, my long and pink tongue rolling against my weathered jaws and moistening my whiskers. The time is now. The prey must not get away. I bound from the high grass and my Prey is already aware; It is a span of seconds, heartbeats before I am able to tackle the prey down, my claws deep within the flank meat. 
 
 My jaws clamp down on the neck and I rend the life flesh there. The prey falls still and I begin to feast. Meat is torn from the ribs and stomach. Intestines spill out, only to be gobbled up over the next hour. I eat myself fat and tired. I begin to make my way towards my many wives and children, content with leaving the remainder of my meal for the hyena and vulture, when I hear a twig snap in the underbrush. 
 
 A crack of thunder, and sharp, searing pain, and then nothing. 
 

