The day was new, and the sun had just begun to climb high into the sky. There was a cool breeze about. It was just the calm before the storm... or, in this case, the cool wind before the blistering heat. Later on, the savannah's winds would turn warm. For now, at least, the temperature was bearable.
Kukuru's head poked from the Highgrass, the long grasses to which the silver klipspringer called home. He usually resided here, hidden from the view of predators out and about, but he did enjoy the ocassional wander from time to time.
Now, he found himself anticipating the taste of the more fresh grasses of the savannah, and stumbled out into the open.
It was morning. He should be safe.
Kukuru looked around him, nervously. No predators to be seen, so far.
Good.
The klipspringer felt his uneasy feelings fade away, and he stepped more confidentally out onto the savannah.
"Hmmm," he yawned, stretching his legs, "Ah, it looks like there's going to be a lot of sun today. A little hot, but good for napping, at least."
He grinned, then caught on to a scent that had risen to the air.
Fresh Grass!
Kukuru brightened, then trotted over to the grassy patch.
Hopefully, nothing would happen. Nobody would see her, right? He was only going to be a moment before he returned to the Highgrass...
