Together now!

Before Zagan could chose his target, something spooked the herd. Tension rippled through the group in palpable waves, the older members lifting their heads higher, looking into the underbrush for the perceived threat. Zagan felt a shift inside of himself- his muscles growing taut in anticipation, his lips pulling back into a sneer- the thought of losing control of the hunt leaving a bitter taste in his maw.

Not wanting to waste another second, Zagan started stalking forward, moving with a predator's grace- each step deliberate and purposeful- a practiced ballet of impending death. As he closed in, his presence seemed to fill the space between them- creating a palpable sense of danger in the air. The herd picked up on it- they were readying themselves to disperse- and they did, but it wasn’t because of Zagan.

Before he could leap, a ghastly white figure appeared from the tall grasses, lunging at a younger herd member. She was so translucent, she seemed to glow beneath the midday sun- shimmers of light dancing across her silhouette- a stark contrast against a backdrop of green.

Zagan didn’t hesitate- he was lunging forward, loping across the plains with alarming speed, closing the distance between himself and the girl. At first, it might have seemed like he was coming after her- his pupils had dilated to an unsettling extent, flickering with unpredictable intensity- a predator who relished in the high of the chase- who craved the bloodshed of a kill. But as he closed in, he sidestepped at the last moment, flanking to the front of the wild donkey.

Lunging off his hind legs, Zagan wrapped his massive forelegs around the donkey’s neck, and hooked his feline claws into its skin, to anchor it close to him. His jaws splayed, and he grabbed on to its muzzle, taking its snout into his maw. His saber fangs dug deep- penetrating through cartilage with a sickening pop- earning a sharp cry of pain from the flailing donkey.

"Zagan Saxe"