The lion bounded across the plains. Mighty and fierce. Drawn by the desolate dance of a driven antelope. Her antlers were sharp, countering with panicked grace. Tumbleweeds were tossed, barring their paths. The chase stirred the primal. It was a war of honor, a show of strength. But there was more. The lion roared, echoing ambition. His bellows carved into the quiet afternoon. The antelope, it flashed a melancholic gaze. A foreshadowing of the relenting. Distant snow covered peaks stood witness. Wistfully silent. They knew the relentless sun would still set. Victorious or defeated. For this was life, raw and untamed.