We’ve already rehearsed a few hunting techniques that we have used the other millions of times we’ve hunted. All of us start padding toward a heard of gazelle, detected by our smell and sight, about 2 miles away.
I drift to the front while Beck moves to my left and Fawn more behind to my right in a triangle formation. Rockelle pads behind me as a backup while DJ takes up the rear. Demi is the youngest, so she’s stuck in the middle of our diamond-shaped formation of big, hungry cats.
All of us approach the herd with zipping speed and cleanly attack. I take down the leader’s mate, biting...
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