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The sun was setting over the savanna, casting a warm, golden light over the parched grasslands. The lioness, her muscles tensed and her gaze sharp, was carefully stalking her prey. Every step she took was measured, precise, and silent, like a dancer in the shadows.
She knew that one misstep, one wrong move, and her prey would be alerted to her presence and the hunt would be over before it even began. So, she kept her ears tuned to the slightest rustle of the grass, her nose alert for any hint of scentTry it!
