Hiding in the sparse brush, he watched through narrowed eyes.
His prey stopped and peered round nervously.
He was careful to stay downwind, he didn't want to spook the game.
Poised ready for the kill.
The moment was right.
The man's eyes were wide with horror...
as the hunting lion pounced, claiming him for dinner.
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