Gonna Catch a Big One

Laying in wait, Azoula’s strength was pent up like a coiled spring; her limbs tucked beneath her body, whiskers twitching with anticipation as she watched the wolves herd the massive creature across the savannah. It's so alarmed by the wolves it doesn’t notice the lioness and tigress until its too late. Following in sync with the lioness, Azoula leaps from her hiding spot with prefatory ease, gliding through the air with precision and landing on the giraffe’s side. Using her claws she leverages herself, pulling her way up its back until she can sink her greedy fangs into the back of its neck, where it forms the connection to its shoulder blades. With the combination of their weights, the giraffe starts to falter, swaying on its stilt-like appendages before it comes crashing down with an audible thump.

A cloud of dust rises in its wake, low grunts and bellows of fear resonating from it, as the wolves descend like fluters on the flailing giraffe. Everyone takes a bite, hell, some take a few. And eventually, it grows still beneath them, taking a final breath that signals their success as a group.  

"Azoula Davati"