Cyren soon went out to hunt, alone. He crept along the tall grass like a panther to a dark jungle, his blue eyes staring ahead as he scented the air. His method of hunting...Wasn't the same as the others, he felt. Cyren then sprang into life as a herd of antelope charged past, thundering, his body curving towards his left as he set off at a dead sprint, his body stretched out and closing up as he made headway in the herd of moving antelope. He then leapt onto one of the creature's backs, his claws unsheathed as he used his momentum to roll the antelope over and throw it into another, roaring. 

It caused the remainders to scatter and for Cyren to finish the two fallen without being trampled. Then he noticed one lagging behind the others, his muzzle caked with blood. He set off again, panting hard, as he fought to catch up to the older one. When he reached it, he leapt onto the back of it, and dug his claws into the neck before he ended it. As he dragged it to the other two, he moved to hoist the two onto his back, with his teeth. Though he ignored the weight, it caused his steps to be slightly slower. The third was dragged by his teeth in the neck. 

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He didn't stop for a break, instead his mind drove him to bring them back to pride rock, as he collapsed and crawled forwards, getting the weight off of his back. He stretched his back and winced at the pops that sounded, before he looked up at the top of the rock, where Shah and Kisari, were sitting. He bowed his head respectfully to them, though he was sure it wouldn't be seen.