Zuberi was on a lone hunt this twilight. He had seen a herd of zebra and wanted to attempt at a hunt of his own. So hunkering down the male steadied himself waiting for the perfect moment to strike. A moment more and then he was off. Startled the herd began to flee and a few of them kicked off the ground in a hurry. Trying to look for a weak one in the group he saw his meal... but tripped under the weight of his own body as ground came rushing to meet him. There went a dinner meal, at least he had eaten previous to this terrible endeavor and no one - or so he thought - had been any wiser to his loss.
In anger he was pouting. Kicking at the dirt - mostly the rocks about him - and cursing the gods for being unfavorable to him. That and his large paws being in the way this time around. So he just sat back, the twilight nearly mixing with his orange coat. Only the white of his mane and tail really made him stick out.
"So much for being a good hunter." Laughing at himself now that he had kicked out all his anger. Footsteps behind him alerted him to a presence and he turned, giving a forlorn look, "I really hope you didn't see all of that..."
Seaki
