He does not even see him. My goodness, quit taking pictures of me and turn around you moron. The hyena is laying low to the ground, covered by the brush, unless you look at him head on.
The hyena is inching closer to the human, who of course, is facing me. I need to get over there quickly.
My back condenses, and loads like a spring. SNAP. I am the fastest land animal. I should be able to get there in time.
I am off, and this feeling never gets old. The brush is tall, but not tall enough to break my line of site on the human. I know what he is doing here, I don't know why though. I can never understand their constant presence here, taking images of us, living, fighting, dying.
I am getting closer, so is that damn hyena. I have to hurry.
The human is getting scared, as I sprint toward him. I can see it in his eyes. He starts to peak around, seeing if I am after any prey.
There are no gazelles around, human. You need help from that monster behind you.
Closer, and closer. Almost there, human, just stay still.
I am on my side, about 15 feet from my path toward the human. What happened just now. I try to stand, and barely do so. My back right leg is shredded. I have been shot. Then I see the car, with a human and a gun on top of it. He could see me, but not the hyena.