In the tall foliage I stand unmoving, every muscle taut, eyes locked on distant movement. The savannah whispers around me, the grass luring me into action with every wave of the breeze. I remain steadfast, the guardian of my realm. In this moment I am only purpose. I am ready to unleash my power in an instant, but right now, my power is my ability to remain frozen. To watch those that do not see, to hear those who do not respect silence. To hunt those who have forgotten who I am.
