Little Sun leapt down from the tree, and began to hunt and patrol. Suddenly, with bleats of fear, a group of about 10 Thompson's Gazelle ran infront of her. Suddenly, without warning, she dashed after them. Their cries of fear grew louder as she persued them. Once she got close enough she attempted to hook her paw around the gazelle. The gazelle bleated and tried to kick out, but it missed as Little Sun dodged it. She pulled herself to the struggling creature and grasped it's throat, soon killing it. She placed the food down, and looked around. No lions around. Yet. She quickly dived into eating, not really chewing at all. She knew that if the rogue was around, he was fight harder if prey was involved. And with her flank injury that was starting to heal, she couldn't afford to live with another one.