Dusty-Tales

Kupotosha had never hunted on his own before. He'd stalked the savanna many a time with his father, but never before had he taken on this challenge alone. He was old enough, he was sure. He was fast, clever even. And it wasn't like he had his eyes on anything particularly large today. Meerkats. They were small, small enough to finish with one quick bite. But they were careful, he knew. They'd have a sentry on guard, and he'd need to stay out of their sight or he'd miss his meal for sure. But the sentry was up there alone, wasn't it? Alone, and away from the mouth of the burrow. If he was fast, Tosha could snatch the little guy up before he could get back to safety. It would alert the rest of the burrow, but any sort of catch would, right? He'd need to be fast, but Tosha was a cheetah, he was good at being fast. Tosha thought back on the lessons taught to him by his father as he crept closer to the meerkat burrow. He paused under the shade of a scrubby bush, allowing the dappled