It wasn't often that Mvua was on the far borders for hunting purposes. Then again, it wasn't often that the perfect overcast day presented itself either. The grey lion had been following this particular herd of zebra over the course of several hours, noting which members of the herd were the weakest. It appeared that a rather tasty-looking one was limping towards the spot where Mvua was hiding, waiting to pounce.
But not yet. Hunting was nothing if not a subtle art, and Mvua had spent most of his life perfecting his abilities on behalf of his family and his pride. There was plenty of time to make sure the suspiciously limping prey beast was far enough from the rest of the herd to not have a chance to run to safety. Just a few more minutes at most and Mvua would have a nice meal to look forward to eating. Joy!
Zingling
