Stalking. Yes, that's what it is. Stalking and nothing less. the tall, dry grass tickles my stomach which growls, louder this time. I fear I may be heard. I slink down lower, my eyes and ears just high enough to see my target through the thick vegetation. I claw the ground, feeling the dirt crumble underneath my razor sharp talons. Slowly, I creep forward, not making a single sound. The antelope's ears perk up and its body goes rigid. One more step and the prairie bursts into life. A small flock of birds scatter in to the sky, capturing my attention for just a moment. Then we're off. The animal bounds and jumps out of my reach but it's not fast enough, and I soon gain ground. The chase is on and only adrenaline keeps me going. Pounce! Claws spring out and catch. They break through tough skin and blood seeps onto my golden fur. We're both down. It's over. And I am hungry no more.
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