Weeds obscured Arthur's body, and the antelope seemed unaware of the hungry predator lurking here.
It took a glance around, succumbing to the allure of water, sauntered forward, carefully chose a spot, and lowered its head to drink.
Arthur made his move.
He lowered his body, cautiously inching towards the antelope, every move carefully made.
This approach strayed from the traditional hunting style of an African Lion and carried a hint of strategic implications, often taken out for hunting by Lucas Walker, the lion had learned to camouflage and creep silently.
"He's just like a well-trained hunter."
Ivana Bennett sighed under her breath, watching his movements.
Off to the side, Lucas Walker was studying Arthur through binoculars, lifting the corner of his mouth slightly.
"He's smart, planning to attack from the side."
