It's a silent forest. Zombie, a male tiger which is licking his paws and preparing for his next hunt.He ?explores the surroundings carefully with eyes looking around, ears erect. Staying in a highly sensitive state, a tiny sound catches his attention. Following that sound are a herd of gnus, his favourite preys.
Now,it is his hunting game.He stretches his paws ahead with claws inside and hides in the shadow of the jungle. No single creature recognises him. He crouched on the ground,moving slowly on his legs,step by step.Paws out,then places it down quietly to escape those delicate small sticks.
It is quite lucky that the noise he has made accidentally is covered by the sounds of cooing birds.Now he enters the right position where the preys are in his hunting scope. He stops and lowers his body and paws pressing deep into the soil.He bows his back and then bolt into the herd of gnus, not until they have time to react,scatter and flee.Zombie stare at a wounded gnu ,chasing and charging.The distance between them is closer and closer.Suddenly, Zombie leaps over,hit the gnu on its butt and pull it down in the blink of the eye.Without hesitation,he bites on the throat of that poor gnu and easily take away its life.
