She stalked forward, eyes keen on the prey that was before her. She was in hunting mood, and nothing would draw her out of it. Every move she took she made sure not to step on any noise wrenching objects. A stick breaking or even the slight rustle of grass could cause the antelope to flee, which would leave a very upset Sehemu.
Inch by inch she crouched below, her dark body blending well with her green markings in the grass. Ever so slowly she'd move, allowing any sound she made to act as if it was caused by the wind.
Her green eyes shifted to the left and right, her hunting partner should be around here somewhere.
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