Omari dipped his head in acknowledgment and split apart from them. He stalked the weak antelope, moving slowly until he was close behind it. The antelope stumbled and began to run away from him. It was afraid, and he could smell it. By then the rest of the herd had scattered, fearing that they would be targeted.
Kala bolted forward, eager for the kill. She pursued it while nipping its heels. Obi quickly joined up but made a bolder move by trying to leap for its throat, but somehow managed to barely snag his teeth on its shoulder.