Mokomoko wondered what she had got herself into today. This morning, she saw an injured buffalo and she pegged it as an easy target. It was part of a herd, but she had a feeling that it was going to move much more slowly than the rest of them, on account of its lame leg and all, and that the rest of the herd would go on ahead without it. When that happened, she would strike. There was enough meat on it to last her a week, so it was worth the inconvenience of following it into strange territory.
Eventually, she ended up at the base of a mountain. Just then, the opportunity for her to attack presented itself. The rest of the herd ascended the mountain. The injured one tried, but couldn't. That was all Mokomoko needed to see. She got out of her hiding spot in the forest, took its hindquarters in her mouth, and pulled it down with all her might. Even though it was injured, it still put up a good fight. Its good legs kicked hard and its hooves were like boulders. Not to mention its horns. They were as sharp as teeth. She never let go of it. She just tried to dodge the kicks and kept on pulling.
Finally, it was over. She had won. She rolled over on her back and panted. She just wanted to bask in the glory of the moment and enjoy her prize. That, and she was too tired to do much of anything right now.