The saddle marked male was relaxing after a long and trying hunt. It had been a difficult few days as string of bad luck and innocent accidents had ruined his attempts at hunting. First had been that damn buzzard that had refused to quit following him, alerting his prey to his location. Then came the hunt that had been interrupted by someone else's charge, causing the one Kai had singled out to bolt long before he got into range... Then a pair of exploring cubs had spooked his next victims while he was still stalking them and today a freak dust storm had sent the whole herd galloping wildly over the horizon. Kai had finally given up his attempts, deciding to wait till the next morning before going to a whole other area in the pridelands and trying again. But in the mean time, his belly rumbled irritably, reminding him of his failings.
Puffing out an amused and resigned sigh, the brown male flopped himself bodily over onto the large rock to sun himself, trying to ignore the hollow sensation in his stomach.
