Hot Day

The Breeze was hot and unrelenting, moving sluggishly through the tall grass. Claws extended digging into the ground, waiting, watching for the right moment. If only a bit of cool shade would ease the the heat from the fireball hovering above. Sweat dripped  down fur against  Muscles flexed tightly, waiting for the prey to let down its’ guard. The Prey bent it’s slender head down to nibble the dry grass. An Explosion of muscles sprang into action, forcing the prey to try and flee as claws dug into it’s flesh. As dust settled she called to her young hiding in the grass examining every move. The Proud mother watched as they learned how to deal with prey.

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