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The desert's hunter creeps towards its object of curiosity
The full moon reflecting in his amber eyes
With a soft growl, the skilled hunter makes the final few steps and he has reached the object of his curiosity.
With a few quick and careful sniffs, the hunter has determined that the object is alive but the question remains; is it food?
A lick reveals a foreign taste and the hunter determines it is not food and so the hunter stalks back off into the night.
The gypsy awoke shorty after; unaware of the visit the lion just graced him with.
The only indication of the visit was the slight wetness on his cheek, which he rubbed confusedly.
