Fuli crouched low in the tall grass, her keen eyes scanning the savanna for any sign of movement. As the fastest member of the Lion Guard, she prided herself on her ability to hunt with precision and stealth. A herd of gazelles grazed peacefully in the distance, unaware of the lithe cheetah lying in wait. Fuli's tail twitched back and forth, her muscles coiled and ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. She took a deep breath, steadying her focus as she calculated the perfect moment to make her move. These were her favorite kinds of hunts - the ones that required patience, strategy, and the use of her incredible speed. Suddenly, a gazelle broke away from the herd, straying too far from the safety of the group. Fuli's eyes narrowed as she locked onto her target. This was her chance. With a powerful push of her haunches, she surged forward in a blur of golden fur and spots, her paws pounding the earth as she rapidly closed the distance. The gazelle bleated in alarm, its hooves pounding the ground as it tried desperately to outrun the cheetah in pursuit. But Fuli was just too fast. In a matter of seconds, she had caught up and was running alongside the terrified creature, her jaws opening wide as she prepared to make the final strike. Just then, someone who happened to be you, ran in the cheetah’s way, causing Fuli to skid to a halt. “What's the big idea?" she demanded, her tail lashing back and forth. “Can’t you see I was on a hunt? No lunch for me, thanks to you!” she scoffed, rolling her eyes in annoyance.