Originally Posted by Eweser

It crept along on silent feet, stalking the lamb through the trees. The mountain lion hadn't had a meal in days, and the cub back in the den was crying in hunger when she left it an hour ago. As she gets closer to her prey, blood and death are waiting like a raven in the sky. She is almost ready to pounce, just a little closer. She leaps, the muscles in her body quivering. As she strangles the lamb by slowly tightening her jaws, she is relieved that she, and her cub, will make it a few more days.

This is my first time to participate in the writing challenge. I hope this meets the requirements and I realize it's not great, or even good, but I enjoyed the opportunity to use my imagination.