Animal

As I camouflaged with the pale earth, my eyes scouted for lunch. There. A gazelle peacefully going in for a fresh mouthful of water. I hunched closer to the ground to prevent myself from being seen.

As I slowly closed in for the kill, its head sprung up in alert which made me freeze. Sensing no danger it went back down for a drink which gave me enough time to pounce on it. My large canines dug into its skin. It screeched in its own language.

The feeling of fresh blood poured down my throat, that raised my adrenaline. It made a noise again as I sunk my claws into its side, which stained them crimson, then with one yank of my head the gazelle was headless. I spat the head out of my mouth and started ferociously biting into the tough muscle, which easily tore under my fangs.

My white face was now stained red from my lunch but a white tigers gotta eat.