U'yosi G'vhi stopped in his tracks for the third time that day, stamping large paws on the red earth in the strongest he ever got to frustration. Taking a deep breath, the stocky male closed his eyes, and then opened them again. No point getting worked up. It really wasn't practical.

The gazelle had fled again, but he thought he knew why this time... the scent of another lion, or lions, had crossed the tracks he was following, and the gazelle, already on high alert, had easily got away from the greybrown male. He just wasn't fast enough.

Pulling himself together enough to sigh philosophically, U'yosi turned his attention to the scent itself, turning his body to follow it, perking up rounded ears in the dark grey mane.