Claws sheathed so not to scrap the ground. Paws stepping lightly
so not to make a sound. A lone solitary figure, body low to the
ground, trekked its way through the thick underbrush of the
dense Jungle.  What little light that filtered through the thick
canopy of trees above reflected down upon the light golden fur
of the predator that silently stalked the prey it smelt on ahead
of them.  Sandy-brown eyes peered through the leaves of the
bushes in front of them to behold the prey they been searching
for sometime. Shoulders squaring, the figure crouched themselves
lower to the Jungle floor till their stomach pressed against the
cool grass beneath them.  Keeping their prey within sight. The
figure felt a smirk of victory slip over their muzzle. Taking
deep but silent breathes through their nose. The figure prepared
itself, counting down mentally in their
head…five…four…three…two….   With a roaring laugh, a golden
furred lioness leapt from the bushes at her prey. Landing on the
back of a brownish-gold, dark brow