The sun scorched the earth, burning the weak bits of foliage. Slowly, a mighty paw dealt the final blow, crushing them into the dirt from which they had arisen. The owner crept quietly so as not to disturb the object of his hunt, a buffalo. With horns that were like daggers, the buffalo, a powerful and stealthy creature was a formidable foe even for the regent of the land. Yet, he was undeterred, slowly camouflaging into the tall grass, near the trees and waiting. Waiting for the opportune moment, when such a foe became complacent. Hunger gnashed its angry teeth within his belly, but he would not succumb to mere temptation and risk losing a prized meal, for the meat from a buffalo could satiate him for a week. The buffalo, unaware of the fatal danger, dipped its head to graze, blunt teeth pulling at the succulent foliage. The king saw a chance and prepared to strike when a sudden shout ruined it.
"Simba! Where are you, buddy? We found some grub near the tree, the really slimy kind, too," shouted a voice. The buffalo jumped, stared at his would be executioner, and darted off looking back, a wordless thank you to the creature who had interfered.
The rex groaned quietly; that was the fourth time in a moon cycle that the meerkat interrupted his hunt. While he was used to eating the squiggly vermin of the Earth and found them quite tasty, lately, he had been feeling the urge, the unmistakable lust for flesh. He wanted nothing more than to sink the four angled blades into the hide of carcass, ripping the life from its owner, and gorging himself on tender meat. What has happened to him? All these years, predator and prey have lived merrily and now he wished to act on natural instinct.