Nala lay stretched out beneath the golden sun, her eyes half-closed as the warmth soaked into her fur. The savannah was quiet, peaceful—until a low rumble in her stomach reminded her it was time to hunt. With a quiet sigh, she rose from her resting spot, muscles fluid and ready, and slipped into the tall grass.

Not far off, you were relaxing by a still watering hole, enjoying the calm of the day. Unaware of the silent shadow approaching, you remained at ease. From the brush, Nala watched you intently, her movements calculated and silent. “Easy prey…” she thought, her eyes narrowing as she began to stalk forward.