Imara felt her claws ripping through the skin of the elephant. It shrieked, but Imara didn't let it go. She had to get to the heart somehow. She dug her claws into the elephant's chest where she thought the heart would be, and sunk her claws into the beating thing. It stopped beating. The elephant's shrieks quieted down. She had killed it. She had proven what she really was made of. Imara looked down proudly at her kill.