Fish Are Friends Not Food....Wait....

Since the meeting with that strange pelted male Mlezi has found herself restless, pacing through the tall grasses in thought, laying out under the sun. Sick of just lay about she had decided she would grab a meal before wandering further from the lands she had taken up residence in, large frame sliding off the old fallen tree she had been resting upon. At first she would walk carelessly, lumbering through the tall grasses, rustling from her touch and moving against the swaying sea. She made sure to keep her head high, just barely able to see above the surface in search of a meal. That's when she saw it, the grasses shifting around a creature just a few meters ahead. Immediately the lioness began to sniff the air more closely, attempting to pick out the animal's scent and identify what it might be. She couldn't figure it out though, it was something she had yet to encounter yet.

Intrigued and also confused by this scent the female would get low, ears held forward and body shifting to a stalking stance. Carefully she moved forward, trying to move in the direction the wind blew the grasses, large paws slipping between the stalks tactfully. This was what her mother had taught her, move with the wind, weave between the stalks like a snake, keep yourself low and don't rush. Closer and closer she got, stopping every few steps to listen to the creature before continuing on. So far it didn't notice, just what she wanted.

Finally Mlezi was just yards away, shoulders rising and falling as she prepared herself for the pounce and charge. 3... 2... 1... Suddenly the lioness charged forward, leaping through a wall of grass, forepaws spread, claws ready to extend at any second. A mighty roar was sent into the air, green eyes locking onto the animal, that split second she comparing to that of a wild-dog back home.