Rowan sat in ambush by the nearly dried-up riverbank, hiding behind a dry bush, carefully camouflaged, quietly waiting for the prey to deliver themselves to their deaths. He knew that in this drought situation, a water source was the most effective deadly trap, one that no creature could resist.
After waiting for a long time, the dead silence of the space was left with only the sound of the wind howling through the dry branches, sounding like a wail. A series of orderly, hurried footsteps rang out, shattering the deathly silence.
A tall black-spotted antelope poked its head out vigilantly, its nose sniffing the air to search for the scent of predators, its ears rotating in all directions to listen for any movement. Seeing no danger, it immediately sent out a signal, leading the entire herd of black-spotted antelopes to drink water.
