Crouching low in the grass, Esche peered at the herd of antelope that were peacefully grazing not too far away. He'd been watching them intently for about an hour now. He'd studied them pretty carefully and been able to pick out one or two of the weaker ones and had been waiting for one to venture further out of the safety that was the middle of the herd. Luckily the grass was tall enough to allow him to remain unseen since his gray coat didn't quite blend in. Even more luckily, two of the weaker ones had ventured towards the edge, close together and doubling his chances of getting a delicious meal.
Slowly and carefully Esche began to creep closer to his targets. He had to be patient though. The moment had to be just right. His muscles were tensed and ready for action, and his gray eyes were firmly fixed, waiting for the sign to pounce into action.
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