King

At dawn, the savannah held its breath.

The lion lay low in the tall grass, his amber eyes fixed on a lone wildebeest grazing near the acacia trees. Every muscle was still, every breath measured. Flies buzzed. The wind shifted—perfect.

With a sudden burst of power, he charged.

The ground thundered beneath his paws as the wildebeest bolted, hooves kicking up dust. The chase was short but fierce. The lion closed the distance, leapt, and brought the animal down in a swirl of sand and strength