The alpha male eyed his prey across the expanse. Game milled around the only watering hole, a huddle of delicious bodies. His target never noticed her danger.
The male paused to groom his furry chest before slinking behind his pack.
Still, he approached via a circuitous route, pausing often to lurk down and freeze.
He crept up behind the most succulent of the group. Her strong scent carried across the open space.
His nostrils flared with excitement. He puffed out his massive chest, licked his lips, and returned to his grooming.
Finally, the hungry predator pounced: “Hey babe, what’s your sign?”