A Single Misstep Away from Death

The lioness locks eyes with a zebra mid-stride, and in that split second,

everything changes. The zebra's hoof catches loose dirt, body tilting sideways as dust explodes

around them. Two hundred sixty pounds of pure muscle closes the gap in heartbeats.

The herd scatters, but this one's fighting for balance while the lioness is already airborne.

Her claws extend, jaw opens wide. The zebra kicks hard, finds traction,

launches forward just as fangs snap inches from its flank. Both animals know

how close death came. The lioness pulls up, breathing heavy,

watching her meal disappear into the dust cloud. In the wild, dinner depends on